We’re sitting here watching last night’s episode of Timeless, in which our plucky time travellers have gone back to 1927 Paris. Shortly after arrival the team heads to a nightclub where a young black woman is singing on stage.
WinnieTheWoot was making ganache for peanut butter sandwich cookies last night and the first batch wasn’t enough. I had already tossed the whisk from the first batch into a bowl of water to soak and she needed it to make the second batch.
WinnieTheWoot asked me to grab a book for her to read while she ate breakfast so I grabbed Michael Flynn’s Eifelheim and she asked me why I’m always suggesting she read it.
WinnieTheWoot has gone to her room to play Dragon Age. A couple minutes later she comes back out walking quickly toward me on the couch with her index finger extended. I hear:
WinnieTheWoot and I have been watching TNG. (Which, irony. What with me being the original series and she being the next generation.)
We’re sitting here, watching Daredevil (as one does with one’s daughter) and we get to a scene where Karen is in the office looking at a mysterious shoebox sitting on her desk. As she slowly reaches out to take off the lid...
I'm in the kitchen and can hear that WinnieTheWoot is watching Good Eats but we have last week's episode of The Strain to catch up on so I ask her if it's a good episode.
We dropped WinnieTheWoot off at college yesterday and it's her first time away from home. Anybody who wants to pile on some love can tweet words of encouragement to her @DiscoStig.
...a little too seriously. She sent me this in an email.
WinnieTheWoot got out of bed this morning and asked "What are we going to do today, Brian*?" To which the only appropriate response was "The same thing we do everyday, Punky**."
I'm making breakfast this morning when WinnieTheWoot comes into the kitchen and gives me her usual affectionate greeting, a boop on the nose with her nose.*
On the last leg of our journey home from Atlanta we drove past one of the landfills in suburban Detroit (insert your own joke here). WinnieTheWoot was in the passenger seat next to me looking out the window.
After a far more involved process than anyone wanted she has decided on where she is going to college. She has been accepted to (and showered with scholarships by) the University of Toledo.
WinnieTheWoot and I immensely enjoyed it and afterwards went to lunch and talked and talked and talked about it, which was pretty great. But the real highlight came at the theater as the final credits started to roll...
We've finally gotten around to watching this week's episode of Lost Girl (the one with zombies) and WinnieTheWoot and I got inspired.
We were sitting at the dinner table and the cats were being especially pushy and obnoxious so I went and got the water bottle for Mrs. Hatrack who was the main target of their attentions. After dinner, WinnieTheWoot asked if I minded clearing the table for her.
We were driving the second leg of our cross-Pennsylvania trip this morning when we got passed by a yellow and black pickup truck.
I've said it before but WinnieTheWoot and I proved our ability to pilot a Jaeger again the other night. We had just come home from Dairy Queen. I had hung up my coat and my back was to the room as I took off my shoes. WtW came in behind me and slung her coat across my shoulders.
...why there is a picture of a hockey player on the kitchen floor.
WinnieTheWoot is making a snack in the kitchen. Mrs. Hatrack asks her what kind of cheese she has.