A few weeks ago I took my kids on a roadtrip to St. George for my Grandmother's birthday.
The second day there, we drove up Snow Canyon to play in the sand dunes. We played there for over an hour. It was warm and soothing and the sand was perfect . . .
When I finally told the kids it was time to go, they did not fight me. But when Rivulet was about to leave the soft sand for the prickly sand on route to the car, she asked for me to pick her up and began to whine:
"I want my desert. I want my desert!" with her little hands grasping behind me.
"Oh, are you a desert creature?" I asked
No I didn't spell it wrong. She has this way of saying "Yeah" that starts with an N and sounds both whiney and adorable.
And at that moment, I could only think of Heather. "I want my desert. I want my desert!"
(btw, this is my 200th post!!!)