Mornings are Jane’s best time. And mine.

We wear our pajamas and eat breakfast by ourselves, and talk about the Disney channel.

Btw, am I the only person who thinks that the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse is like watching the inmates run the asylum?

And why is Blogger making my type line up like this?

Ah. The mysteries of the universe that occupy my brain.

Either way.

Mornings are good.

Especially when you have a 17 month old try to sing along with the Small Potatoes song when the only words she knows are

“no”

“Mama”

“Muhbul”

and

“Banana.”

I highly recommend this as the perfect way to start a morning.