So we were having Auntie Anne's pretzels the other day, when the husband said, "I'm tired, let's just go home". So back home we went. 

Next at home, the hubby was avidly reading the Sesame Street book Volume 10 representing the Alphabet J, K, and L and the number 10. Our six y.o son was also reading, nodding as he reads steadily through, sentence by sentences. "Hey Mama, this sequel is a good reading!" "Yes Dear, the 50 Shades Darker IS the must-read for you"."mm hmm.." he replied without looking back.

Three y.o Safiya was playing Plant vs Zombie 2 on the iPhone while singing along to the song the father was listening "~I be on my suit and tie shit, tied shit, oo babe.." she continues to Jay Z's part in her sweet lil voice "~..No paper, smoke vapour, get hiiiigh..yeah"

"Kids...!" I shook my head while making my way to the kitchen. I tripped over some of the stuffed toys on the floor, hit my head on the corner of our kitchen cabinet with a loud thump. The impact was so hard it awarded me a concussion. I passed out immediately upon impact. I mustav been comatised for 3 minutes because the next thing I remember was hearing the Suit and Tie song ending during the last trumpet blow of the music. crawling on my four limbs, I made it to, and rested against the fridge to regain my breath, wiping the dried, caramelized blood on my forehead with a damp piece of camoise, which was hanging beside the fridge, two metres away from the bloody spot. My knees was trembling as I was struggling to get my posture back on my feet, my gyro-balance fluid of the inner ear canal must have been forced deep into the cranium thanks to the head banging. "I shoulda been a doctor," I tot while checking for the pulse on my nose. yep, I think I felt the pulses on my nose "Thank God I'm still alive."

  As I put myself together and the brains have rebooted, I managed to clean the blood puddle on the floor, too. I sway-shuffled past the hall room mirror and had a short glance at my bodily image. "shit...I look like a zombie" I was thinking out aloud. Then I had an idea. I just might as well bake a Cinnabon, so behold!"

I'm Out! 

Our Royale Cream Cheese Cinomnom Roll. 

Trust the crust. They are totally de~lish!