Left of the Dial

her mother's daughter

So we're a family that—like most, I'd guess—have a fair number of rituals. One is that after I finish reading to the bairns for the night, I ask (make) them each to tell me something good about their day, and try not to be too vexed when they have to think for 15 seconds for a single damn good thing that had happened in the previous 24 hours. (To be fair, I rarely let them get away with anything generic like "I had fun playing with The Brawn," even if such a rare occurrence happened to be true. Also, they're not allowed to pick stuff like having ice cream. I'm a harsh man, man.) 

So yesternight I had just gotten to the part where (SPOILERS!) Charles Wallace is taking Meg, Calvin and Mr Murry to see IT and I decided that was a good (read: cruel) stopping point. I asked each kid what their Good Thing of the Day™ was, and The Rose brightly replied, "When you said you'd bake chocolate chip cookies tomorrow!" 

I had, of course, said absolutely no such thing. 

Cut to 16 hours later. 

She's good, man. She plays the long game. Something she did not inherit from her father. 

how you know it's going to be a good day

The Golden Weasel, sighing happily as she pours the milk into her bowl of Apple Jacks: "Sometimes it takes you, like, four hours to figure out which kind of Saturday morning cereal you want to eat, and sometimes you just know." 

Apparently there are Apple Jacks mascots and they look like this.  Only, presumably, considerably less war-like, generally. Big props to DeviantArtist Alex Mann the Action Man, who explained that their names are Bad Apple and Cinna-Mon. Wait, what? Seriously? Oh, Corporate America...