Is a Salad Too Much to Ask For?

Restaurant kid's menus are rubbish. Hamburgers. Grilled Cheese. Pizza. Tacos. Macaroni and cheese. Peanut butter and jelly. How patronizing. I don't understand why state boards of health grant food service licenses to estabishments that assume that my generation wants to get scurvy. For the love of Pete, give me a salad: lettuce, tomatoes, ranch dressing, and that's it. I don't need to develop heart problems before I start elementary school.

Frozen Precipitation

Sometimes, when snow falls, it actually sticks to the ground. I had no idea.

This morning, when I woke up, the ground was covered in snow. Mommy, Daddy, Curtis, and I decided to check it out. We didn't get to stay outside as long as I would have liked because Mommy and Daddy were getting cold. Both of them were reluctant to sit down in the snow; they said it was too cold and wet. If they just wore diapers, they wouldn't have such problems.

Here are some pictures of our sojourn into the frozen precipitation:

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