Yesterday, when Noah and I were leaving for our Bloomington trip, I asked him, "Do you have your phone, wallet, mask?" He had forgotten his mask. It's still very odd to me that I have to include that in my "Are we ready to go?" checklist.
For at least the last 10 years, Noah and Mike and I have had a tacit understanding in the kitchen. When I'm cooking and one of them is around, if I hand them something, they know what to do with it. If we're having a conversation and I hand them a can, they open it. If I toss them a piece of garbage, they throw it away. No need to interrupt the conversation. Today Sarah was standing next to the garbage can doing nothing and I was making a fruit salad. I tossed the empty grape bag to her and she dodged it and let it hit the floor. Then she glanced at it, turned around, and left the room.
I took an imaginary trip to the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
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