My dinner date the other night. I discovered several things:
A) I no longer need blinds in the sunroom. Who needs curtains when your sweet peas and cherry tomatoes have clearly taken some kind of steroid and created a Where the Wild Things are forest? I do feel like Max in his room when everything starts turning green and growing upwards at a fantastic rate. Perhaps we'll have a Wild Rumpus.
B) Toddlers make great dinner dates. They gladly are entertained by making their own pizza, and can even talk to you about their day (in bursts). But mostly, I like them because they understand that sometimes, silence is better. Focus on the food. Just chewing, and wild plant-jungle.
It was a lovely evening.
