This morning my 6-year-old helped me figure out how to the change the clock in the car. And by helped, I mean he did it himself.
I am currently stocking up on wine for a large party that we are hosting in October. This is **way** more dangerous than buying Halloween candy too early. I better find a damn good hiding place.
Rather than drink the rest of the wine I was cooking with, I froze it for the next time I make that particular sauce. I don’t know whether to be impressed or disgusted with myself.