Counter Clockwise

Good morning Sunday morning, pancakes instead of Happy French Toast Day morning by request of KC, little Linda Blair in training.

Talk about needing an exorcist. The minor child was in rare form last night, going overboard on the dramatics in the middle of WalMart and subsequently the car ride home.

Had in not been for Sean, stifling laughter in the front seat, I may not have handled the situation with as much ... hmmm ... I'll say grace, as I did. But being told by your eight year old daughter that she hates you - all because you wouldn't buy her Spy Kids 3D on DVD - is rather hard on the heart, even when you know she doesn't really mean it. Because some words, no matter how much you might not really mean them, can't be taken back once said.