wooden shoes and windmills

The longest Tuesday of my life is finally over. It started at 5am when I rose (after only a little more than an hour of sleep) to shower, grab coffee and settle in for the 2 hour drive to Brussels where I was due to catch the 10.10 flight to NY - 22 hours later I was home. With the nine-hour time difference between Eindhoven and OC I had to keep asking myself: "Is it really STILL Tuesday?"

So now, here I am. Home. It's the best feeling.

Questions asked this morning by the twelve-year-old I spend most of my days with:

"Heather, what does 'breathless' mean?"

"Heather, why is Christmas all about chocolate? Or is it all about candy canes?"

To these and volumes of other questions I'm supposed to be a wealth of knowledge. Of course, I'm not.

But the best comment of the day he came up with all on his own:
"'Sex and the City' must be the lowest rated show right, Heather? Because it's just all about sex - and who wants to watch that?!"

He's a smart kid.