of pants and cheese
The great thing about coffee-colored pants is that when (for me, it’s not an if, it’s a when) you spill your coffee, it doesn’t show up at all. I leave the question of the bad thing about white shirts as an exercise for the reader.
Zoe has a new word, “cheese.” She usually says it as a question when we’re looking in the refrigerator. There’s something overwhelmingly cute about the plaintive “cheese?” request.