Vegetarians Don't Know Where to Get a Good Sausage Biscuit

Mommy and Daddy are vegetarians. That means they don't eat meat. Most of the time, Mommy and Daddy's dietary preferences don't bother me. Actually, I usually just eat what they eat—for the most part, the vegetarian stuff doesn't bother me. But sometimes I just need a hot dog or sausage biscuit, and Mommy and Daddy don't know where to get the good stuff.

Yesterday, on the way home from church, I asked Mommy to stop and get me a biscuit, with some sausage in it (a "sausage biscuit," if you will) from McDonald's. Mommy protested, telling me that she couldn't get me a sausage biscuit because it was noon, and McDonald's stops serving breakfast at 10:30. (Sorry, I don't know how to tell time yet.) But Mommy neglected to consider two things: 1) McDonald's isn't the only restaurant that serves sausage biscuits; and 2) not every restaurant stops serving breakfast late in the morning. So I promptly informed Mommy that Jack in the Box has sausage biscuits and serves breakfast all day. Thanks to my knowledge of fast-food breakfast items, I got my sausage biscuit.

Reading to My Baby Sister

Kate doesn't always appreciate all the things I do for her:

Rest in Peace, Vacuum

Daddy's vacuum cleaner is broken, and daddy says that no one can fix it. We're going to need a new vacuum.

Daddy seems OK, but I know that he's hurting deep inside. I don't remember daddy ever owning another vacuum. When I was little, that vacuum gave me nightmares. Even being in the same room with it made me cry. But I grew to love daddy's vacuum, and vacuuming with daddy became part of my weekend routine. I suppose that, when we get a new vacuum, daddy and I will continue this Saturday morning tradition. I just hope it's not weird.

You were a good vacuum, daddy's vacuum, and you'll be missed.