My son, Jackson, takes a bit of teriyaki chicken and his six year old taste buds are appalled.
Lily, my middle school daughter, types out five pages worth of a detailed story based on Legends of Zelda gameplay. She’s just getting started. I already know she will spend the next several weeks working on this every chance she gets.
A pile of boxes from Amazon begins to form in the corner in my office. The kids clearly know that it’s presents but they don’t ask too many questions.
We visit our friends’ Christmas tree farm up the road to pick one out. It’s the first time we’ve seen anybody since Halloween. Lily insists on examining every tree before choosing, as always, the biggest one possible. The entire time, I’m thinking about how to keep our distance from the other people.
The elf arrives at our house. Sigh.
Indie has been sleeping all day, every day. Except when he’s at our feet, searching for crumbs and begging for treats.
It snows, lightly, all week. There is a dusting covering our yard. The mountain opens tomorrow! We have literally been waiting since March to get back to skiing.
Friends invite me to go skiing. I haven’t replied. Am I becoming germaphobic? Or a recluse? Or both?
I bake cookies. My kids each eat one. Brinton and I eat the rest.
Every Tuesday my Two Writing Teachers colleagues and I host the Slice of Life Story Challenge. Teachers from all around the world participate in sharing a story each week.