Do you see what LB is eating? Do you notice what is on the table in front of him? Yes, freshly baked, homemade, hot, melty, chocolate chip cookies with a big glass of milk. When I called the boys out to the kitchen for my -proudly being the best mommy- cookies I just got out of the oven, LB points to the pantry and asks for "Chips?".
Honestly, WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?
1 comment:
Without reading it, I thought it looked like me kind of meal! We'll just blame his taste on your husband's genes.
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