The PA at the ENT thinks I have eustachian tube dysfunction, so I am supposed to take a daily nasal steroid spray. Gross. I hardly want to do that.
We were headed to Café Rio for lunch today and Ikey wanted to go somewhere else. He said, "I'm sure that Café Rio is the worst café in the world." He tends towards overstatement lately. He ended up enjoying it and ate all his food and half of his sister's.
On the drive home, I told him that the plan was to go home, put away our shoes, read books, and do quiet time. He said, "That's the worst idea EVER." I told him that I could think of way worse ideas, and the kids were very interested to hear those: "Not being able to talk to each other ever again. Having to throw all our toys in the garbage can. Sitting in a hot car instead of a cozy quiet time." Jovie said the worst idea she could think of is "our whole family going to jail for breaking the laws." Ikey said that the worst idea he could think of is "if there were no train museums in any of these cities." Jovie said that the best idea she could think of is "everyone in our family riding in a new car we've never been in before." So we all decided that my idea of quiet time wasn't the BEST idea, but it wasn't the WORST either, so we're just going to do it cheerfully.
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