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Last Friday was a crazy busy day for Amira and I. Generally on Friday’s I work from home with Amira. She does her thing; I do mine, and at the end of the day we are ready for the weekend. This last Friday, however, proved to be busier than we had anticipated and found ourselves running until nearly 4:00 p.m. with no nap for Amira. This is neither good nor pretty for a 3 ½ year old.

Anyway, we had to run to the California Secretary of State’s Office to file some new business corporations and LLCs (Limited Liability Company) documents. This process generally takes an hour from beginning to end. We park, load the parking meter with coins, go to the 3rd floor, submit our documents and are told to come back in an hour to an hour in a half. No problem, as this gives Amira and I time to walk around in the nice weather, alhamdullilah. This particular Friday was no different than usual with the processing time of the state department. So, with our hour or so of free time, we walked to the bank and then I asked Amira if she wanted to share a glass of tea together and sit outside and watch the people, cars and birds. She says, "yes Momma that would be very nice."

So, we walk into La Bou’s (little bakery/coffee shop) and I get a glass of ice tea (Apricot flavor----very yummy). Amira wants her own glass, so we get a little dixie size cup and one of those little thin stir sticks used for mixing coffee as she likes to use that as a straw. Now we have our tea and are off to sit in the outdoor patio area and enjoy the perfect weather. Amira’s looking around while drinking her tea and I can see there’s something brewing up in her mind. She says to me, "Momma, how come we can’t have sweet tweets?" I said, "sweet tweets?" "What are sweet tweets?" She laughs so hard and says, "no Momma, not sweet tweets----how come we can’t have sweet tweets?" I’m a little perplexed by this, but her laughter is keeping me calm. I said, "baby, what are sweet tweets?" She again laughs so hard she can barely talk and her cup of tea is almost falling out of her hands. "Momma, I didn’t say sweet tweets. I said how come we can’t have sweet tweets." By now we are both laughing so hard because she clearly knows what she’s talking about and I have no idea what she’s talking about, but we are both trying to understand one another. We fall quiet for a bit and just look at our surroundings. Again, I see Amira thinking. She finally says, "Momma, how come we can’t have sweet TEA?" I laughed so hard----"OH!" "Oh, you want sweet tea?" She’s got tears in her eyes because she’s laughing so hard, "yes, Momma I would like some sweet tea". So off to the bakery/coffee shop we go to get some Sweet ‘N Low to sweeten it up.

We laughed about that on and off all weekend long. It was the perfect way to end a crazy busy week as well as start off a three-day weekend with a bang.