After the hockey game last Thursday, the one that went into overtime and then a shootout, the one that lasted longer than any hockey game I've ever been to, the one that got us into the car and on our way home at 10:15pm on a school night, after that hockey game; Ella announced she had homework, a report on Cesar Chavez. Luckily third grade reports aren't exactly 100 word essay double spaced with a bibliography yet. So she managed to get a good ten sentences on paper before breakfast and it turns out she needed to finish it over the four day weekend... which I just found out at eight pm tonight. So she's slaving and sweating over assembling the notes and facts she gathered last week, meticulously scribbling a number two pencil onto a sheet of blue lined notebook paper. The erasing is furious and the caterwauling is sublime. I made hot coco to ease the tension. I bought good coco yesterday, dark 100% cocoa it says on the side. I used whole milk and and a teaspoon of sugar. As I stirred the milk didn't turn brown, it went lavender. The report is still not finished. The cocoa is.
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Now I want butter with popcorn (juxtaposition intended) AND a mug of your hot cocoa...
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