We found an excellent stand at the farmer's market on Saturday selling adorable reusable shopping bags. Leta's yellow polka dot school bag died a couple of weeks ago and we've been using whatever we could find around the house since then. So I walked her through the booth and had her pick out her favorite bag. She chose this one, of course, it being pink, and it SAVED OUR LIVES this morning when she kept moaning and wailing, "I can't go to school because I'm not feeeeeeeling well!" (She'd been sick yesterday and over the weekend) And I said, well then I guess you'll have to wait another day to take your new bag to school to show your friends. Which dried up her tears instantly, and suddenly school was her favorite place in the world. Do you know how intoxicating the power of parenthood can be sometimes?