Every Saturday morning the kid and I stumble into the kitchen and make pancakes (her) and black tar heroin coffee (me.) I put on the last Queens of the Stone Age album, and she adds bowel busting food colouring to the four bowls of pristine batter. I make too many and she eats very few, but the ones she does devour have either crunchy red sprinkles or tubed icing worms on them. It's a sugar abomination, but syrup sure as shit must also spike blood sugar levels. It's a small way to be in the same space with an almost 4 year old before the weekend starts and she is shipped off to Grandma's house. It's me and her. Wrinkled jammies. Startling breath. Voices low with sleep. We clank around and wake up the place together. It's probably my favourite part of the weekend, next to Sunday morning when I get to SLEEP THE FUCK IN.
And now, here's 10 links that I loved this week.