My in-laws, who provide our childcare, have just returned from a month in Florida. While coming home from shopping tonight, we reminded our children of this fact. “Hooray,” they shouted, quickly followed by, “grits for breakfast tomorrow!”

The sentiment was revisited later, as my son lifted up his night-time prayers:

“Dear God. Let’s hope we have a good day tomorrow. Let’s hope the grits are good. And that Grandma has bacon bits.”