"The kids screaming, phone ringing Dog barking at the mailman bringing That stack of bills - overdue. Good morning baby how are you...Well, it's ok. It's so nice It's just another day in paradise. Well, there's no place that I'd rather be. Well, it's two hearts And one dream I wouldn't trade it for anything And I ask the Lord every night For just another day in paradise" Phil Vassar-"Another Day in Paradis
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Peanut Butter Hands
Yesterday Cole started to tell me he wanted something with Peanut butter. He loves peanut butter. Usually a pb sandwich, or pb burger as he calls it or he likes pb on a crunchy granola bar. I've had this and it's pretty good. Anyway, I stop and him and tell him we don't have anything. No bread. No "stick bars" as he calls the granola bars. I said we don't have anything to put pb on. He tells me, put it on my hands. What!! LOL! I cracked up on this. I said no, we can't do that.
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When we were kids, we would have pb spoons. Just a big scoop of pb that we would slowly eat off a spoon. Have him try that. lol!
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