This past Sunday afternoon, the aromatic oil diffuser did it again. We were literally knocked out within ten minutes of dropping in some Peace and Calm. I slept for nearly three hours upright in a chair while John napped on the sofa. Talk about sleep deprived.
Edited to add: For those who've asked, I first mentioned this item *here.*
When we woke, we decided that, since we were not house captives as is usually the case, we would go to the flea market. While there, I received a call from my grandson via his aunt saying that he wanted to come for a visit. Oh no!
But never fear, I set up a quick ice cream date and asked them to meet us at "the farm" where we'd have ice cream and visit the animals to include a llama who spits. Perfect.
I've never taken my grandson for an ice cream before so was quite interested about his order. It was fast and sure: small chocolate soft serve in a dish with rainbow sprinkles. Oh. Interesting. My daughter ordered a medium half and half (chocolate and vanilla) and I ordered a mocha chip cone as did John.
We sat outside at the picnic tables enjoying our treats and watching rabbits scamper about in their hutches. Sam ate his with careful attention and after a little while, his aunt told him that he had a "jimmy" on his chin. Sam's eyes grew very wide and slowly he asked, "Why do you say that I have Jimmy on my chin?"
Honestly, I just love this age. Language is so interesting not to mention confusing. So what do you call these things?