Last week, summer was here. Temps in the high 80's, me dreaming of swimming pools, my air conditioner struggling to maintain a livable temp. This week has started off in direct competition to beat last week, by bringing in the cold again. I think some wires got crossed somewhere. In an ode to summer, I made Alice a "summer time bento". Of course, when she sees it, she's going to be angry and hate me for life, because it's babyish to have her sandwiches cut into shapes. Sigh... Someone save me from my own children. Please?