I came home early today (7:15pm; that's early for me) to find Paige and Mom working on a Science project in the kitchen; Bruno, the dog, behind the dog gate; and Blair reflecting on life while taking a seat in the back bathroom (you know what I mean).  Mom is trying to take a picture of Paige and the science project from an elevated angle. It would help if Mom were three inches taller. Paige inquires whether Dad would be better suited to take the picture. Mom disagrees. After all, Dad is only a few inches taller.

Blair finally finishes his business, takes a shower, and goes to bed. Before turning lights out, he calls for Dad to come by to see the picture of a Boston Terrier (the breed we have and adore) in his kids magazine.

I do the honors of putting Ms. Paige to bed. She inquires whether she had same bed when she was 3.  I don't know ("Mom, is this the same bed Paige had when she was 3?" "Yes, "  Mom snaps back from Blair's room. Paige, confused by the answer (after all, she thought she had a different bed), tucks herself underneath her covers before falling asleep.

As I exit Paige's room, I hear Mom's voice in Blair's room next door. Is Blair in trouble, I wonder to myself. I knock.  "Don't enter," Mom responds.  "Hmmh, " I mumble to myself. What could they be doing. Oh yes, my Valentine's present.

As I walk away, I am feeling good about myself. I did stop by Vons to pick up some Valentine's flowers for Mom and candy for the kids, along with a Winnie the Pool and Tweety Bird balloon.