How Can I Shake If I Ain't Got The Chills

I was listing the things I planned to get at the store while the boys were eating dinner. "Toilet paper, cat food, white wine, ice cream..."

At the words "ice cream," which like a rookie parent I said rather than s-p-e-l-l-e-d o-u-t , dinner was over.

"Ice cream?" the kids asked.

So moments later, both were eating popsicles and one of them, he with the orange-colored and -flavored popsicle, used it a dipping stick for the ketchup that remained on his dinner plate.

So now I've seen America elect an African American president, and I've seen a child eat an orange popsicle with ketchup. On the whole, it's still a good November.