Mash

Claire got back, and everyone was suitably pleased to see her, and equally distressed when she then had to leave for college two hours later.

I took Sam to see The Teddy Bear Band yesterday. Recently he has partly recovered from his slack-jawed stage, but for that half hour he was boggling hard. It was at the megamall, so afterwards we went for junk food while waiting for Claire’s plane to land. I had some texas bbq, as I figured Sam could eat the mash and beans, and maybe even some of the meat. But it turns out he hates mashed potato – he looked like a popped spot as he fought to get it out of his mouth as quickly as possible with both hands.