I think that I miss M the most at breakfast. Isn't that just so romantic of me? Though it is not why one might think. Z likes to sit in someone's lap during breakfast. I like to read the paper. Usually it is M's lap she sits in. M is on a business trip, so it is mine. It makes reading the paper very difficult. Cozy, but difficult.
Of course I always miss M. Time to finish cleaning up after breakfast.
(On a similar note, I asked the girls what they wanted for breakfast. Both said that they wanted popcorn and smoothie for breakfast.)
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