Last night Ken made rice, chicken and cauliflower. (I planned the meal without thinking of all that whiteness ;+) As soon as Reid heard about the rice, she asked about curry. What a sad little face stared back at me when I told her “no”. We often have rice without curry but I guess Reid is craving it.

Just before waking this morning, Reid was fussing and saying what I thought was “no wakeup”. I was trying to calm her by saying that she could sleep some more. It didn’t soothe at all and she finally said, “just hambuder, take it off”. Ah, I thought, “no kekup”. I told her that she could have her hamburger plain and she settled down. When she awoke, I asked her if she remembered her ketchup dream and she perked up and said, “plain hambuder”. Then, she asked to eat a hamburger for breakfast. I agreed, thinking that there was a leftover hamburger in the fridge. Wrong. There I was frying a hamburger at 6:25 am. Reid ate it happily and I know her belly was full to fuel the running and jumping and playing, and surviving the hot, hot day that is on the way.