Frog Delay

See my gnarly toenail polish and Mr. Ham Chop's squeezy thighs?

This morning we have a "frog" delay. Otherwise known as a Two Dollar Delay compliments of my niece, Paris Kate. In regular people language it is a two hour delay due to fog. Our family - and not my immediate unit of husband and children, but the larger spread meaning my parents, sisters, noozles, and nepphies - are prone to nicknaming everything. We have this addiction to calling things by different names than what they are. Life just tastes better that way. 

Naturally, we were enjoying our delay. Snarfling one another in bed and reveling in the fact that we could be in our jammies awhile longer and not rush to get around for school. What that entails is general giddiness, tickling, smooching, and tangled warm limbs while we saw how far we could get with making a human pretzel. 

You'd think with having the extra time in the morning, my kids would take advantage right? I offered eggies and toast, hot stovetop oatmeal with pumpkin apple butter. The whole warm shebang to lay in their guts like a warm ball of love. Nope. There's no accounting for taste; they wanted pop tarts. Little buggers don't know what they are missing, but I won't fight it on a morning full of smiles. 

So to anyone out there having a bit of a lie in this morning, cheers!