Monday

The family's watching Forrest Gump, so I'll just take this opportunity to ... do anything except watch Forrest Gump!

We've had a quiet evening of electronic gadgetry, burned popcorn (my bad), The Worst of American Idol, hamsters who are finally getting the attention they feel they deserve, and a minimum of fistfights.

Demi wanted me to add that her Egg Tantrum was her 9,780,093rd tantrum of the day (apparently she's angling for a world record), but actually it was only about her twelfth, and the other eleven were minor. Tonight she tried the food before complaining about it, an innovative concept that worked to everyone's advantage. I made my grandpa's "Chinese Hotdish" (for you non-Minnesotans, "hotdish" means "if you're not quite sure what it is but it tastes pretty good, it's hotdish"), a combination of crunchy chow mein noodles, three cans of soup, and ground beef. Aaron was very worried that I'd stop making this now that I'm vegan, but even a vegan wouldn't be so cruel as to deprive Western Canada of Chinese Hotdish. (I had leftover spinich cutlets and potatoes, which were delicious).

This evening we took a stroll around the river valley, with Richard of course leading the way.

Aaron: How long is this walk?
Richard: Short.
Aaron: How long is short?
Demi: Shorter than long.