16 June 2014


Don't tell anyone, but I have a secret. I know I should be ashamed of myself, but I really can't help myself. It's really terrible.

I shamelessly exploit the goofy and/or overly cute behavior of my children to provide myself with writing material. And tonight's is a real good'un.

Tonight, after a long, fun day, the Little Man melted down at dinner and refused to eat. Watcha gonna do? We put him to bed and he promptly asked for a "mack". I used to have rules about food upstairs and such. Not anymore. I choosing battles and that is one I have up on. So he got his mack -  a buddy fruit and string cheese.

And promptly feel asleep. But didn't stop eating.

And yes, that string cheese did eventually miss his mouth and hit his ear. Priceless!