My wife was making cupcakes with the kids.
While pouring batter, I saw a familiar consistency.
“Could we make popsicles with this batter?”
“Popsicles?!”
“Uh, I meant pancakes.”
The kids started chanting.
“Popsicles and Pancakes!”
“Popsicles and Pancakes!”
Standing on a chair, he bounced with each “P”.
“Popsicles and Pancakes!”
“Popsicles and Pancakes!”
That’s enough.
It’s bedtime.
“Popsicles and Pancakes!”
“Popsicles and Pancakes!”
“We have to dance first!”
“Popsicles and Pancakes!”
“Popsicles and Pancakes!”
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The road-runner is one of the mildest-looking and most graceful birds of the desert, but the spring of the wild-cat to crush down a rabbit is not more fierce than the snap of the bird’s beak as he tosses a luckless lizard.
from “Winged Life” in The Desert, by John C. Van Dyke
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“it furthers one to cross great water”