Poetic

As we drove along the open road, a nearly full flaxen moon began making its appearance above the tops of the trees. Its subtle light grew gently brighter as it climbed higher into the sky. Wispy dark clouds, otherwise cloaked against the indigo sky, slowly crept in front of it and became softly illuminated at their lining.

I turned to see Keira's face as she watched the scene, wondering if she saw what I did: a natural allusion to a haunted movie. Her eyes darted toward mine, and with a sweet smile she said, "Mommy, it looks like the moon has a mustache."

Honesty

Moments after the third time I reminded Keira not to run in the kitchen, I heard her feet slapping against the kitchen floor again.

Me: "Keira, what did I just tell you?"

Keira: "Stay out of the kitchen."

Me: "Why were you running in there, then?"

Keira: "You weren't looking."

Morning Dew

On the days when my husband is off of work, he puts the girls in the car in their pajamas and takes them to McDonald's drive-through to get himself a cup of coffee. It's like a ritual. The girls love it.

Now that the weather is cooling off, the windows tend to be covered with dew in the mornings. Yesterday, Keira got settled into her seat, looked at the windows, and said, "Daddy, can you please get the skin off my window so I can see?"