So Titus made "soup" for lunch. We were eating out on the deck at my mother's and Titus decided to stir the firepit. The firepit happened to have a fire in it at some point prior to the rain yesterday morning. Then it rained yesterday morning, thus adding a lot of water to the already existing ashes and mostly burned up wood. Titus saw this as the perfect oportunity to make soup. He stirred and stirred with the metal thing that is used to open and close the mesh cover to the firepit. Then he picked up a piece of charred wood and said "What is it?" 'Bia answered, "It's meat. Put it back in the soup." Titus complied and continued stirring.
There were no takers on his soup. Maybe next time.
Little tid-bits from the daily hum-drum of life ... snippets that would otherwise most likely be forgotten.
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