Thanksgiving Catch-Up

Here are three notes from the past three school-free days.

1. My daughter made a small “Bedtime Prayers” book for her cousins. It showed off her art skills, her care for her cousins, and her love for Jesus. She devised this project on her own.
2. With the TV or Spotify on blast, my daughter has started honing her critical chops. “Are these people like bad rock stars?” she quipped upon seeing the 175th group of Broadway singers during the Macy’s Day parade. “It’s the happiest time of the year!” said a Spotify ad for some unremarkable product. “No, it’s not!” she shot back. Alas, her inner critic can lead to friendly fire. When my wife made some less than stellar Rice Krispy treats, my daughter said matter-of-factly, “They taste like dirt.”
3. We only went to one store on Black Friday today: Barnes & Noble. I bought my daughter what she didn’t know she always wanted: a book with nothing but cat jokes. I may have made a colossal mistake.