Die, Mama, Die!

No, Brynna has not screamed forward to teenager-dom. The frequent yells of "die!" around our house these days mean one of two things.

The last few evenings, it has meant "slide"—B wants to go into the backyard or to the park so that she can go on the slide. And from the moment we set foot in the house after work, she lets us know in no uncertain terms that "slide" is her master plan for the evening.

On the weekend, it usually means "chai." She loves the chai that is my caffeinated beverage of choice, and on lazy weekend mornings, her favorite thing is to share a mug of it with me.