... was when my three year old woke up early. Very early, even before the milk was dropped by my door. So, we coochie-cooed, then played with the blackster and then when I went to boil and then cool the milk for him, he did "peentig," as he calls what is seen in the picture below.
That, sadly, is also my 2010 diary. Yes, I should have have kept it back in its proper place. And, then, after sometime I saw corainder flowers for the first time. Did not expect them to be this soft shade of lilac, ever.
Just one more day to the weekend. On that happy note, I'll get back to making lunch.