11 FEB 26

“WHO WANTS TATER TOTS?” Yali bellows with an enormous smile on his face before eight o'clock that morning... // “I don't have tater tots Yali”... but he's already moved on... “Mom did you see my newest weapons I've made for my movie?”... as he eagerly pulls another monster-whacking stick from his growing collection... this one employing a pair of grunge-painted scissors heavily duct-taped for a blade // “Oh yes... yes this one's nice... I see that's where my scissors went...” // Yali nods with enthusiasm... “They're not your scissors anymore!”...

An hour later Yali and Oxbear are back at play therapy while Patience sits at the dinner table wearing a trash bag over her clothes as she pulls out her ink and quill set to write big bro... quiet scratching of quill... occasional request for spelling help... ending it all with a P.S. of “BOO!”...

It's early afternoon... Patience and I have completed an hour of managing tots and organizing book shelves at the old school before more classes and the post office and the park and the studio... but currently back home for more Olympic ice dancing and hot bowls of ramen for Patience's cold... while Yali extensively researches the dangers of moose on my laptop...