So I pick her up at preschool in my baggy sweatpants and I get,
"Mom you don't have to do the boyfriend look every day"
Some points to consider:
She is 4 years old.
It is -14 degrees outside.
I have the morning off.
In related news it is -14 degrees today,
but according to the radio/tv/internet
the apocalypse is coming.
So I thought I should cook. A lot.
Bran muffins, egg bake, brownies, chicken noodle soup, and lasagna.
And a dance party in the kitchen besides.