my sidekick and i are home all weekend. not stepping foot out of this house unless it's an emergency. we have had a pitifully sick week and need a weekend of recovery time. a weekend of cuddles. of cold medicine. of movies. of hot cocoa. of fall candles.
at our house, sick means snack on whatever makes you feel better. his choice has been doritos. fa-ridos, so says brody. 1 large family size bag purchased yesterday. gone.
he doesn't like sticky fingers. and this is a problem when you eat a family size bag of fa-ridos.
every few bites i have to clean his hands. it's unheard of. when i tell him to lick his fingers, he says huh?. lick your fingers. huh? lick them! huh?!
he isn't old enough to have peanut m&ms yet. but when he is...if he doesn't know how to eat them? well, then he can't be mine.
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