Sunday at Home: Flying Cars

Around the suburban manse today: making mixed berry crisp with my 6-year-old while the other two girls sleep; trying vainly to clean a curtain that has yogurt splatter-patter; also, lots of lazy reading and skipping around the backyard that now has sad-looking flowers and tomatoes, hardened by last night's cold snap. And of course, the whispered wish of a 3-year-old: "I wish we had a flying car."