How do you know when a kid is really tired?

When the cop-out cookie bribe fails.


When is a tank top in July a bad idea?

When a cranky, tired kid tries to climb you like a tree.


This evening several nearby strangers got a good look at the rack mounted in a burgundy VS IPEX® demi -- and they didn't have to read this blog. And I might add none of them accused me of m@d ph0t0sh0p ski1z.


Oh well, tonight I'm in the company of a bag of chocolate chip cookies. We're here for one another. My warm, crumbly friends.