Last Saturday morning the girls were playing so nicely together upstairs that I didn’t want to call them downstairs to the table for breakfast. I just didn’t want to interrupt the flow. Nothing like a calm, drama free morning. Plus I was too lazy to make much for breakfast.
and filled it with “breakfast.” My girls love to have blanket picnics so they were delighted to be eating breakfast upstairs for a change. Saturday’s should be less structured, right?