It was so nice outside today. We spent the whole day out, and it was wonderful. Okay, so back to yesterday. I found this gem at the thrift store whilst hunting for plain white maternity shirts (which are, apparently, a rarity? I ended up going to two thrift stores, then Target, and then caved and just went to the Motherhood store). Anyway, that's not the point. The point IS that I've been hoping to find an inexpensive, wooden, not-pink-or-girly toy kitchen for my boys for the last few months, and haven't had any luck, mostly with the "inexpensive" part. So, I saw this at the store, thought it was cute, and then immediately noticed that the oven didn't have a door. I wouldn't have even stopped to look at the price if Ambrose's eyes hadn't lit up. "Mama," he says, "I could make you fwench toast on that stove." And that, as you can imagine, wooed me completely. It was a $4 well spent. It's made alot of french toast in the last twenty-four hours. They could not care less that the oven doesn't have a door. One last thing, for my own sake because I don't want to forget: Today at lunch, I was telling Ambrose that he'd have to eat his meatballs before he could have a cookie. We talked for quite a while about this while he tried to figure out how to phrase what he wanted in such a way that would get me to consent to letting him eat cookies for lunch. After alot of back and forth, he stood up next to me, put his hand on my knee, and waving one hand around to clearly illustrate his point says, "Okay, how about you could get me some meatballs, and you could put them on my plate, and you could cut them up for me, and then I could just leave them on the table and have a cookie. Okay, Mama?"