It’s been two weeks since we packed our bags for the homeless, and believe it or not, we haven’t had a free day since when it wasn’t pouring rain. But today was the day!
breakfast dessert. I woke up to the sounds of bowls clattering and raced down in a panic. I love that my kids are into making their/my own breakfast, but I still get nervous about solo oven or stove usage. Turned out Hazy had decided to make Timon and Pumbaa’s Chocolate Mud Pie, as one does on a Tuesday morning.
(Notice George got dissed on the matching BE FRI shirt again.)
We had our doubts about the pre-baked product (see below), but the finished product actually looked quite a bit like the recipe.
We had no choice but to have our mud pie with ice cream, as that was Timon and Pumbaa’s serving suggestion. (Don’t judge me, Margie!)
Next, we went grocery shopping. Now I swear to you, we eat plenty of healthy things, including cucumbers and well, cucumbers, but the greatest moment of the
grocery store trip the week the summer was finding these pudding pops. Now they’re not Jell-O, but they look exactly the same and they don’t have any Cosby baggage.
Hazy and George weren’t alive when Jell-O pudding pops existed and were the best thing on earth, so I’m glad they’ll get to experience their greatness.
Before the main event (which remember, is bags for the homeless), I attempted (and failed) to make George take a nap. The good news is that I wrote a blog post during that time and Hazy wrote a short story, after which we had this conversation.
“I can’t wait to re…”
“Also, you have to buy it to read it.”
A signed copy cost me $77.24. Luckily, she accepts play credit cards.
Finally, it was time to head to Harvard Square. We packed up all 8 of our bags in the Mac Wagon and set sail for do-gooding.
I explained to the kids that we were gonna make a big loop, down one street and up another, in order to pass all the usual locations where we see homeless people. George asked if we could go to the little circle. I explained that we were in Harvard Square. He clarified that he’d heard “big loop” and would prefer a little circle.
We ended up giving out five of our bags and then running out of people, which is a good problem to have. The kids were really excited to hand them out, the recipients were exceptionally sweet, and George wished every single person a great day. We saved the remaining three bags to give to some familiar homeless people in JP. I’d call Year 3 a success.
To celebrate, we picked up “Mr. Phil,” the CEO of PJA, and went out for ice cream with him, even though we got ice cream-shamed by my friend Margie as we were walking out the door.
It was fun to see the kids through Phil’s eyes. His kids are older and no longer do things like invent new ice cream eating techniques, at least, not to my knowledge.
Thank you, Phil, for treating us, and for reminding me how lucky I am to spend the summer with these “angels” (your words).
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