Spice of Life

My kids have a history of developing attachments to strange objects. If you are familiar with this blog, you've probably read about some of Sam's obsessions: a particular pullover, receipts, random Hot Wheels, Farmer Jed. Jake has always been attracted to round things, mostly balls, of any size. But lately, it's spice jars, especially the half-sized, I-only-need-a-teaspoon-of-cumin jars. Like little "Jake Was Here" signs you will find them littered throughout the house. Poultry seasoning in the bathroom cabinet. Garlic powder in Sam's art easel. I tried to make a pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving but couldn't find any cinnamon. I know we have it because cinnamon sugar toast is a staple at our house. Luckily I found it in Jake's crib.