Jason gave Rosie a carrot yesterday. She ate some, then handed it back. He said, "Do you want anymore? If not I'm going to toss it." (This often leads to reconsideration and more bites.) She said no. But then, instead, he took a bite. She said, "Toss it into your mouth?"
And, an unrelated bonus: here's the price I pay for making dinner. A pen-and-torn-paper angel? That used to be one giant piece of paper.
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That picture looks familiar. My husband took all the kids out for a while tonight-- I was amazed at how much I was getting done, without losing ground with another mess being made somewhere else.
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