good fortune

This guy was mad at lunch last Monday.  He slapped his Batman fork, slapped his plate.

Lunch?

Who eats lunch?  

Dumbest thing he'd ever heard.

In an attempt to jolly him along, I mentioned we had fortune cookies left from the night before.  

He frowned, almost a scowl.

I cracked it open and read it to him: "Your Thursday will be filled with positive energy and optimism."

Well, darned if that didn't change his whole mood.  He smiled! He put the fortune on the placemat by his plate and patted it, even said, "Poptimism."  He asked for another meatball.

We'll take it. 

The baby's fortune was, "Follow the rhythm of your own life."

I think he's got that covered.

And there was snow early last week.

But by afternoon, this:

So much love, Grandma, aka MOM