Last in the Rat Race

When I was little, one of my favorite books was “Happiness is a Warm Puppy” by Charles Schulz.

This may be a stretch, but stay with me here…

Saturday morning, MRA had left for golf early, but not before waking everyone in the household. Delightful, really, considering we ALL had been up late the night before. But I digress. So, I’m snuggled back down under the covers, trying to find sleep again, and I hear Kate wander in. She climbs in bed with me, snuggles down next to me and flings an arm across my shoulders.

“Morning,” I say.

“Mommy, your breath is stinky but you’re warm. Like a peanut butter sandwich. ‘Cause, you know, sometimes when you toast it, the peanut butter gets warm…” she trails off, lost in her own thoughts.

Apparently, to Kate, Happiness is a Warm Peanut Butter Sandwich.