joy cometh in the morning

My son asked to read Twilight.

I don't know about anyone else, but my week just got exponentially better. However, I have learned a valuable lesson today; cackling hysterically when I see the book in his hands is apparently not at all reassuring.

The only way this day could be better is if someone dropped a dozen Maltese puppies on the front porch. Any minute now. I'm waiting.