There are so many violets in our backyard in the spring that it looks almost completely purple for a couple of weeks. It’s one of the reasons Elliora’s middle name is Violet, because our backyard looked like this around the time we found out we were pregnant. It was actually even more violet-covered a week before this, believe it or not. It’s almost the end of violet season around here.

Here’s an alternate Day 7 shot. Our LED twinkle lights (they’re not Christmas lights because we keep them up year-round) cast interesting pools of light and shadow on the ceiling and walls around them. I was inspired by Bex’s shot of her grandparents’ vintage bunch-of-grapes lamp and the cool shadows it cast.

Hey, look! I am actually done blogging every single one of my 7 Days photos from the run that was only a couple of weeks ago! Not only that, but…I MADE IT THROUGH THE WHOLE WEEK WITHOUT GETTING SICK. IT WAS A 7 DAYS MIRACLE! *cue angelic choirs*

I expect to come down with the plague shortly, now that I said that. (Although I originally wrote that almost two weeks ago and I’m still not sick.) I guess there was that toothache I had that week—really that I had had on and off since around my birthday almost a month ago. It was finally resolved on Day 6 when I went to the dentist. It turned out the problem was a cavity in one of my remaining wisdom teeth. The solution was easy: pull the tooth. It was done and I was driving home less than 30 minutes later, much relieved. I don’t really count that as being sick.

While I’m blogging, a couple of quick things:

• Up until a few days ago, I was more than a month behind on uploading photos to Flickr. I’m still taking photos every day, I just don’t get around to doing anything with them. I’m starting to catch up and am hoping to be caught up before I leave for Omaha. Wish me luck.
• Instagram finally released an app for Android phones, just a few days before Facebook bought Instagram. So I’m enjoying using Instagram as a new, easy way to share photos from my phone on Twitter and Facebook. Or you can see my photos here.
• Elliora has a new favorite all-purpose word, suitable for all sentiments and occasions: MINE. Her dad’s laptop? “Mine!” Annalie’s jacket? “Mine!” My frosted mini-wheats? “Mine mine mine!” Lily the cat? “MIIIIIINE!”
• We’re heading to Omaha on Friday, just me and the girls. (Poor Troy, he has to stay here and work, and have the house to himself for a week and a half.) When we come home, my mom and my niece are coming with us. They’re going to stay and visit for three whole weeks and will be here to celebrate Annalie’s eighth birthday. We’re all pretty excited about that.
• Party plans for Annalie’s birthday were on hold for a while, because we weren’t sure if my mom was going to be able to come here, or if she’d have to stay in Omaha because of some family obligations. Now that we know, I have sorted out the party plans and I think it’s gonna be really fun. It’s a big relief to finally have a plan.
• Chris wrote something great about blogging with two small children that expressed perfectly how I feel, so I’m just going to quote her:
  

  Well, I’d still love to have an awesome, regularly-updated website. That endeavour is sitting on a back burner, as our time and energy are all earmarked for other stuff for a while.

  In my mind I have an enormous stovetop with quite a lot of burners, especially at the back.

• I started a page to keep track of all the words Elliora says. She’s adding about three or four new ones every day. There’s a button for it over on the sidebar. —>

How on earth did it get to be mid-April already!?

If you’ve been reading my blog for the past year, you probably know that I have a friend named Rainbow Rowell. I went to high school and college with her, but wasn’t really friends with her back then—more like friendly acquaintances. We reconnected over Facebook around the same time that her first novel, Attachments, was published last year. I read it and LOVED it, and we emailed back and forth a few times and then had coffee in Omaha when I was there and somewhere along the way we bonded like whoa over books and Harry Potter and Downton Abbey and kids and Tom Felton and now she’s a really good friend. A marvellous friend, even. (Internet friends, FTW!)

Attachments is being released in paperback on March 27th. In honor of that release, here’s a review of the book, an interview with Rainbow, and a chance for you to win a paperback copy (a lovely trade paperback) of Attachments now!

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Attachments is mostly about Lincoln, a 28-year-old college graduate who has just moved back home with his mom temporarily and works as the IT guy at a newspaper, helping them prepare for whatever coding disasters the year 2000 might bring, while he figures out what he really wants to do with his life. Part of his job is to make sure employees aren’t using their email for nefarious (i.e., non-work) purposes, so he reads everyone’s email. Even though he feels uncomfortable with that part of his job, he starts looking forward to reading emails between two particular women who work in the newsroom. Beth and Jennifer’s emails are funny and smart and cover a wide range of topics. Eventually, Lincoln realizes he’s falling for Beth, and he doesn’t know what to do about it. It’s not like he can walk up to her and introduce himself as the guy who monitors her email and then ask her out on a date. The book alternates between chapters that consist of email conversations between Beth and Jennifer, and chapters about Lincoln becoming who he wants to be.

You might be thinking, An underachieving, living-with-his-mom 28-year-old man whose job it is to read other people’s emails as a hero? What was Rainbow thinking? She did set herself a tricky task, but you know what? Lincoln might have been drifting and unfocused at the beginning of the story, but he was also kind and intelligent and loyal and wanted more from life. He’s one of the most likable and loveable characters I’ve ever come across. Of course that might be because Lincoln—a D&D gamer and a big fan of the show “Quantum Leap,” who didn’t mind sleeping on flowered sheets or letting his mom cook for him because it made her happy—kind of reminded me of a lot of guys I know and love, including my husband. It was really refreshing to read a love story where the guy was a normal, socially well-adjusted geek. It didn’t come off as even the tiniest bit creepy that he had a crush on a woman he’d never met.

And the women! I loved Beth and Jennifer. Their email conversations are hilarious, smart and emotional. I want to be friends with them.

By the last third of the book, I was reading as fast as I could to see how everyone would manage to get their happily-ever-after. As I read the final chapters I was laughing and crying at the same time. I’ve read Attachments three times now, and enjoyed it just as much the third time as the first—maybe even more.

(NOTES: One of the reasons this book was especially fun for me to read is that it’s set in my hometown of Omaha, Nebraska. It’s never mentioned explicitly that it’s set there, but to anyone familiar with Omaha it’s obvious. It won’t detract from your enjoyment if you don’t know it, though. Also, when I wrote these interview questions, I was in a book-club frame of mind, asking Rainbow questions as if we were at a book club meeting at which everyone had already read Attachments. That means that some of this interview might not make sense if you have not read the book. But there are no major spoilers and I think most of it’s interesting even if you have not yet read Attachments, especially if you’re interested in the process of writing a novel.)

On to the interview! Details about the book giveaway are at the end.

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1. Did you have a similar system of email monitoring at the Omaha World-Herald when you worked there in the late ’90s?

Yes. We were very late to get email and internet access, and when we did, it was very controlled. At first, there were only a few computers in the building that had internet access, and you had to get special permission to use one. When we got individual access, we all knew we were being Big Brother-ed. But even then, it was hard to resist using email to gossip or talk with your friends. It was so much easier (and more subtle) to email than to crouch in each other’s cubicles.

2. As you were writing, did you make sure that the emails were all ones that would really get flagged?

Well, I gave myself a pretty big umbrella…I say in the book that their emails can get snagged for being too long or too frequent. And I say that the list of flagged words is long and ridiculous. But YES, I usually tried to make sure there was a curse word—or a near curse word, or something that could be construed as sexual or even financial—somewhere in the conversation. Once, in real life, I had an important email get flagged and sent into IT limbo because I said that I was a “hardcore reader.”

3. How did you remember so much about 1999? Did getting the details right require a lot of research and fact-checking, or did you just remember a lot about that period in your life? I was struck in particular by details like which movies were out, what color lipstick was fashionable, drinking Slice and Zima, the Indian Hills Theatre closure, and the TV schedule (when Quantum Leap was on).

I started the book in 2002, so 1999 was recent history at first. The longer that I worked on the book, the more it became a period piece—which was actually more fun. I had the benefit of hindsight to know what about 1999 would still be funny or interesting over time. (Tom Cruise jokes. Matrix references.) All the Y2K stuff was a really late add. After my first draft, I realized that I had written a book about an IT guy in 1999-2000 that never mentioned the Millennium. Duh.

My next book takes place in 1986. That took a lot more thinking and researching.

4. In your head, are there more details about the characters and their world than there are on the page? Like how you said Beth’s full name is Bethany, but that didn’t make it into the book…or, say, do you know what dorm Lincoln lived in at UNL, or what mall Lincoln and Eve went to where he bought her an Orange Julius? (This is one of those Omaha questions, probably, but I want to know the answer anyway.)

Oh, good question. I guess the answer is a limited yes. I usually don’t think up details until I need them. But sometimes I need information that doesn’t make it into the book. For example, I always had to think about what part of town the characters were in, so that I could internally make sure they stayed oriented and consistent.

I never thought about where Beth and Jennifer lived. (Just realized that.) I definitely don’t have troves of information socked away about each character. Writing is very freestyle for me, just making it up as I go along.

5. Was your college newspaper, the Daily Nebraskan, a drunken viper pit? (More generally, I assume you based Beth and Jennifer’s experiences with working at a college paper and a city paper on your own experiences?)

The Daily Nebraskan was sometimes a drunken viper pit. I didn’t drink in college, which meant I spent a lot of time not fitting in. It was especially hard for me at the college newspaper because I spent almost all my free time there, but I didn’t party with anybody. I was there for the fights and the melodramatics and the coups. But I missed out on all the stress relief, the drunken make-out sessions and the inside jokes.

That said, I have great memories of working on the Daily Nebraskan, and I made a lot of friends there. I had Jennifer make that “drunken viper pit” comment because she seemed like the sort of person who would hold onto a grudge. I often gave Jennifer my most acidic feelings and thoughts.

6. Are you a D&D player? Or did that part require a bit of research? Did you run it by a friend who plays for a reality check?

I never played myself—not that I’m above it!—but I hung out with guys who did. And my husband did. So he was my reality check. (Funny to think about a D&D reality check.)

7. When Lincoln the perpetual college student was discussing whether he might have a problem with school with his sister, it made me think of your recent column about how you have a reading addiction, and that might not be a good thing.

Good observation. It’s different, I think, because the reading addiction is more drug-like. More of a “more-more-more, now-now-now” feeling. Lincoln’s problem with school (if it is a problem) is more about not wanting to commit. Not really wanting to be any one thing. Not really wanting to make a choice. And a lot of it, for him, is just a love of knowledge. (I just sorted Lincoln into Ravenclaw, I think. Though he does have some Hufflepuffly moments…)

There were some lines and ideas in Attachments that I really liked, that resonated with me strongly for one reason or another.

“it was like sitting inside a headache”

This is one of the very first things I wrote, and I almost cut it a few times because I worried that the whole section was too belabored. I’m glad you like it!

“He tried to look like someone she didn’t need to worry about so much.” (Says a lot about Lincoln’s character.)

I’ve never given that line a second thought. (It’s about his mom, right?) It’s sad, isn’t it? One of the surprises/delights for me when I was writing was realizing that I could inhabit a character, Lincoln, who was so different from me. When I was writing him, I would start to feel like him and not like me anymore. It was a very weird/cool feeling.

“Sometimes I pray for a bumper crop of zucchini or a good night’s sleep.”

This one is a line that an editor asked me to cut because she thought it sounded silly. But it seemed like exactly the sort of thing that [that character] would pray for. Also, I like thinking about people who have such an intimate relationship with God that they can talk about everyday things in their prayers.

Eve’s ideas about adding good things to the pile instead of trying to fix what’s wrong, just letting the pile of good things grow; and “figure out what’s right with you.”

I have nothing to add to this—other than I think Eve is right.

“Nobody deserves a baby.” I loved this line because it sort of has to sink in for a second before you realize what Beth was saying. It sounds negative at first, then you realize it’s really not.

YES! A baby is a profound thing! And also a completely mundane thing. People have babies whether they deserve them or not, and even people who deserve them don’t really deserve them, you know?

“like a giggle falling off its chair” – Did you have some of these lines written for years, like you thought of them and saved them up for someday when you needed them?

Ha, no I am not so Machiavellian as that. This is another one that an editor asked me to cut. Sometimes the really interesting lines call attention to themselves, and you have to ask yourself whether they’re being distracting. This line survived a major rewrite of that scene. In the end, I kept it because it made sense to me.

One of the only exceptions I can think of is in my next book, Eleanor & Park. One of my very first notes was to have Park say that Eleanor’s body reminded him of a “perfectly made Dairy Queen ice cream cone.” That line survived, but it might be the only thing from my notes that did.

“There’s no air in space.” Perfect ending.

Thank you! I’m so glad you like that ending. A few people really hate it. There’s a very funny Goodreads review of my book that’s like, “WTF does that even mean?!?!”

I know what this line means to me. What does it mean to you?

Too much space in a relationship isn’t breathing room, it’s suffocating.

THIS! YES! That’s exactly what I meant!

I don’t see how you could have meant anything else! Not coming from Lincoln’s mouth, anyway.

I wish I could do this back-and-forth with the author of every book I love. This was fun! Thanks again, Rainbow!

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Would you like to win a copy of the paperback of Attachments for your very own, including a signed bookplate from Rainbow? All you have to do is leave a comment! For fun, tell me one of your favorite book quotes, if you can think of one. If you can’t, that’s okay. I’ll keep the comments open till Friday, March 30th, 2012. I’ll pick a winner using random.org and will notify them via email. If they have not replied within a day or two, I’ll pick another winner.

(If you happen to already own a copy of Attachments and would like a signed bookplate, mention that in the comments too! I’m pretty sure Rainbow would be happy to send you one.)

Comments are now closed. Book winner will be announced shortly!

We gotta go to the crappy town where I’m a hero! (4:29)

If you are a Browncoat and you have not seen this video of Adam Baldwin singing Hero of Canton, do yourself a favor and watch it now. I’ll wait for you to come back.

In case you have not figured it out by now, this mug is part of my Geek Dottery series.

So is this mug I painted for Jen from Following the Road a while back, at her request. The pineapple is a Chuck reference. Big surprise, right? You can watch this video and this video to get in on the joke.

Guys, I know kung fu. Even though there have been a lot of great moments in Seasons 3 and 4, sometimes I think back to the sheer awesomeness of Season 2 ending with that line, and wish that it had all stopped there and any further adventures of Chuck and Team Bartowski had been left up to my imagination.

I tried an experiment, painting that tiny pineapple, and wasn’t sure how it would turn out. I was so happy when it worked just like I wanted it to.

Madge requested that I paint another geeky mug for Fish’s birthday, this one an X-Files/Big Bang Theory mash-up. I tried to make the colors of the mug match the greens and dark blues and purples that I associate with X-Files.

This last mug isn’t geek dottery, except in that I painted it as a gift for my friend Elaine, whose blog’s brilliant tagline is “where geek meets granola.” She wrote this heartfelt post for her daughters about how she wants them to know that they owe kindness to everyone, first and foremost, but that it’s not okay for anyone to take advantage of that kindness to abuse or hurt them or treat them with disrespect. Hence, the inside of the mug:

Ahem. I’d like to point out that this is a direct quote from Elaine’s blog, which I used on a mug with her permission. (Man, I’m such a square. I can’t even cuss in a photo covered with asterisks on my own blog without feeling totally embarrassed about it.)

I didn’t make it to the monthly Ladies’ Night at my usual pottery studio this month, and I really missed it. I’ve been feeling fairly stressed out lately thanks to Troy working long hours leading up to a deadline and a pulled muscle in my neck and blah blah family blah homeschooling blah blah life in general. Nothing is wrong, exactly; it’s just one of those times when life is a little extra challenging, you know? On Saturday Troy told me to get out of the house for a couple of hours, so I went to paint at a local studio. I sat all by myself with paint and a Coke Zero and dotted to my heart’s content for 90 minutes. When I went home I felt much calmer.

Thank you to all of you who keep supporting my painting habit by asking me to paint you mugs and bowls and things! It helps keep me sane.

p.s. The Firefly mug at the top of this post is up for grabs! If anyone out there wants to buy it, let me know and I can stick it in my Etsy shop as a reserved order.

“Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Let’s PARTY!’”
~Robin Williams

I made a poster once with this quote on it when I was an RA, and put it in the elevator lobby on our floor. My co-RA told me it was a terrible quote to put up during dead week on a college campus, that the last thing students needed was to be thinking about partying. He was cranky and serious when he told me that. I knew what he meant, but I still had to laugh. I don’t think there’s ever been a bad time to appreciate the miracle of renewal and color and bloom that is Spring—not even when you should be studying for finals.

“…our despair He turned to blazing joy.”
~John Geyer, “We Know That Christ Is Raised”

I’ve always loved that line. Blazing joy!

Happy Easter and a blessed Spring to you!

Her most recent post is about her experience during the past year with being poor, poor enough that she was worried about paying rent and changing her oil and buying food, and how she hopes the experience stays with her because it taught her empathy. I loved this:

“No matter your situation, happy holidays to you. If things are hard, I hope they get better soon. If things are better, I hope you share the wealth. If you have nothing else to give, at least be kind to the person bagging your groceries or waiting your table. None of us want to admit it, but we have at least occasionally thought to ourselves that the unprofessional, sullen woman filing her nails behind the counter for nine dollars an hour deserves to be where she is. Even if she does––even if the different strata the two of you exist in really are separated by a cushion consisting entirely of your merit as a person, which is so beyond debatable that it’s laughable to even contemplate––your life is likely infinitely better than hers, and you can afford a little patience and a little grace.”

The other day, Annalie and I went to a Chinese place for lunch. Annalie usually likes Chinese food, but she was stubbornly insisting on this day that she wanted nothing to do with rice or broccoli or water chestnuts. So I ordered her a bowl of egg drop soup.

When our food was brought to us, Annalie cautiously sniffed the soup. “It smells good, but it looks kinda gross. Hmm, maybe if I can’t see it then I’ll like it.” She slapped her hand over her eyes and brought a spoonful of soup to her mouth and took a tiny sip.

“Hey, I do like it! This is pretty good, as long as I’m not looking at it!”

“Mom, I have an idea! You should take a picture for Daddy, since he always eats egg drop soup. He would be so proud of me that I tried it and liked it.”

And then I got a great fortune in my fortune cookie. It’s really more of a truism than a fortune, but I liked it so much I didn’t care. I brought it home and taped it up in my kitchen so I can read it often and think about it.

Only you can change your life. No one can do it for you.

Hello there! I promised myself I would go to bed early(ish) tonight but I had already edited a bunch of photos earlier in the day, so…I’m already behind on blogging about North Carolina and Virginia Beach. I hate it when I get behind because then photos go unseen and cool stuff goes unblogged. Like last February when I visited Maryland, I never really blogged about Rebekah’s fantastic all-day drop-in-when-you-can craft-o-rama birthday party that she planned for herself. It was such a cool idea I really wanted to blog it, and I just never did. And Sea World! I still have not blogged our visit to Sea World! I know there are a couple of pottery and crochet posts that I need to write, too.

So before I get even MORE behind, I’m going to slap some photos up here real quick to tell you what we’ve been doing to keep ourselves busy. And I’ll be in bed by 12:30 12:45 1:39.

We’ve been swimming.

We’ve painted some pottery at the newly-remodeled, under-new-ownership pottery studio. The new owner is someone who worked there for years, though, so only a few things are different. It’s still the same really cool, laid-back place to paint. Notable changes are the new fish tank and the new curtains on the window between the kiln room and the studio that look strangely familiar to me. Hmmm.

We’ve been riding bikes and playing on the swings and shucking some corn.

Annalie found a little worm on one of the ears of farm-stand corn and was a little grossed out. I told her to just flick it off, and she said, “Uh, I’m not really a worm kind of person.” Christa flicked it off for her.

We’ve been watching a little bit of Chuck. Yes, yes we have.

I know I should be getting sick of this show by now. Over the past four months I’ve watched both seasons, all 35 episodes, at least twice by myself while crocheting. I’ve watched many of the episodes again at different times with Troy, Sonja, Brenda, and my mom (all of whom are confirmed Chuck fans now, as is my brother who watched the Season 1 DVDs with my mom), as well as for Chuck Me Mondays. That right there is a LOT of Chuck.

Here’s an odd thing about me, though: I like watching and listening to the same things over and over and over. I’m like a toddler who wants to watch the same episode of Dora a hundred times in a row or listen to the same freaking WeeSing CD on every single car trip. I will leave the same CD in my player for weeks at a time if I like it and the songs are singable. I watch the movies I love repeatedly.

Considering that, I guess it’s not terribly surprising that I have been okay with these repeated Chuckathons. I think it helps that I’m usually crocheting while I’m watching, so I’m not giving my whole attention to the screen and will pick up on something each time that I missed on the previous viewing while I was looking at my yarn. Also, the writers and producers of Chuck delight in creating stories with many layers, sprinkled liberally with pop culture references. I never catch them all the first time.

The main reason I keep trying to convince people to watch Chuck is that I truly think they’ll enjoy it, that it will make them happy for at least an hour each week. There aren’t many shows out there like this one, shows that are a blend of humor and emotion, action and heroism, geekery and gorgeous people. On a technical level, the writing, acting, music, editing, and action scenes are all excellent, and isn’t it always nice to give attention to the shows that are doing a good job?

Even more than all that, though, it’s just plain fun. The other day I stumbled across a great post on the blog of TV critic Alan Sepiwall, recapping the Season 2 finale before we knew if there would be a Season 3. Parts of his recap were so spot-on that I found myself actually laughing and saying “Yes!” out loud to my laptop as I read, particularly this:

There are deeper shows on TV, more complex shows, shows with tighter plot logic, possibly even better comedies—though I find that last statement hard to believe after an episode that featured a line like “Why are you letting Sam Kinison and an Indian lesbian wreck your wedding?”—but none features as much pure, concentrated fun as “Chuck.” It’s overflowing with joy, as if Schwartz, Fedak and company (in this case, Allison Adler, who co-wrote the finale with Fedak) repeatedly ask themselves, “What else can we put into this scene that’s awesome?” [emphasis mine]

and this:

But here’s the thing: if “Chuck” was just a collection of in-jokes and ’80s references, then…well, then it’d be “Family Guy.” And while “Family Guy” has its place, what makes “Chuck” so special—what suddenly has this storm of bloggers and Tweeters and sandwich aficionados doing all they can to help it get a third season—is that there’s a fundamental warmth and humanity underneath the jokes about “Back to the Future” and “Tron,” and then cool action and high stakes piled on top. It’s a cast of appealing characters played by very good actors, and so the laughs feel more satisfying, the action cooler, then if it were all just a big joke. [emphasis mine]

All of this to say that when Bekah mentioned she might be interested in watching a few episodes of this show I couldn’t seem to stop blogging about, I said, wanna watch the pilot tonight? And we did, and when it was over, Bekah said, “Quick, let’s watch another one before I need to go to bed!” The next day when we got home from church, she said, “Maybe we could watch an episode of ‘Chuck’ while the kids are outside playing and lunch is cooking.” And another Chuck fan is born.

And THAT is why I have fallen behind in blogging again. We’ve been using my laptop to watch Chuck in the evenings when I’d normally be editing photos and writing. But hey, at least I’m getting caught up on my crocheting again!

“Success is a movement into invisibility. Success is decreasing so that others may increase. Success is a seed dying in the ground and bearing fruit upwards. Success is becoming dispensable. The successful man is the one who will not be missed.”

—Peter J. Leithart, in the June 2009 Touchstone Magazine

“Our Lord has written the promise of the resurrection not in books alone,
but in every leaf in spring-time. ”
—Martin Luther

Happy Easter to you! I hope you have a wonderful day, as my friend Jen said, “for Jesus reasons and for chocolate reasons!”

A couple of days ago, this colorfully-decorated package arrived on our doorstep. (Okay, mail doesn’t arrive on our doorstep, it arrives in the mailbox by our gate. Though this package didn’t even arrive there, our mail carrier walked it around back and left it by our garage. Our mailman is thoughtful like that.) We noticed it as we were leaving to go out to dinner, so we took it with us and opened it at Boston Market while we were waiting for our food.

It was an Easter package for Annalie! Her cousins Brett & Leo made these signs for her and her Aunt Dana packaged them up with a cute stuffed frog (promptly christened “Froggie”) and an assortment of Easter goodies including sour apple edible Easter grass, neapolitan chocolate eggs, and a chocolate bunny.

We all tried the edible grass, curious what it would taste like. Annalie thought it was just okay, but Troy and I quite liked it so Annalie generously told us we could have it. It sorta has the texture of a rice cake and is mildly sweet. What Annalie really wanted to eat right away was one of the Neapolitan chocolate eggs, which were flat egg-shaped candies with layers of chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. She ate one the day we opened the package, and another the next day.

This morning she asked me if she could have one of her chocolate eggs. Distracted by a phone call from a friend, I said that was fine. Sensing my distraction, she asked if she could have two chocolate eggs. I said, sure, go ahead, and went back to my conversation.

Ten minutes later I was off the phone and leaving the bedroom when Annalie walked up to me and said apologetically, “Mom, I have to tell you something. I accidentally ate ALL my Neapolitan chocolate eggs that were left.”

I sighed. “Annalie, why did you do that? I hope you don’t get a stomachache now. How many did you eat?”

“I dunno. I think there were…twenty-ten?”

“Well, you can’t have any more candy or sweets for the rest of the day.”

“Okay. I’m sorry I ate them all without asking you but…they were just so DELICIOUS I couldn’t stop eating them!”