We are having breakfast the next day and -
1. Ana is still sleepy (I really need to call Hamlyn today.)
2. Jay is still sore. ( that has nothing to do with the s*x that we did not have last night or earlier this morning, although God knows I tried seducing the living daylights out of him)
3. Carol is still obsessing over Unicorns and if they are real or not. (I don't know what to do about that, not that anything is required to be done for that. I mean she can obsess over unicorns all she wants.)
"Daddy I want a strawberry shake." I look at her recently empty sippy cup.
"I thought you were having one?" I tell her.
"I was having one. But I want another one now. You can never have only one strawberry shake." I stare at her.
"Or two. Or three." She adds as an afterthought. What was she
