Last week we took the kids to California Pizza Kitchen. We took the back roads — which are basically the only roads you’ll find around here.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but when I named this blog Caramels on Maple Street, this is the kind of moment, and existence, I was trying to capture. If only I had started churning out babies sooner. Then we could have had the Brady Bunch version of this in a minivan. (Brian, I know what you’re thinking; don’t get any ideas.