Last Sunday Eisley and I had to get up extra early to take Jojo to church, since he was on the worship team that day. We had breakfast “out” since I was much too tired to whip something up for us. We were, to our delight, the only patrons at Krakatoa in South Park that morning. Eisley and I got the whole couch to ourselves as well as the communal Mr. Potato Head. (Ugh.)


No this is not what she ate for breakfast.