C made me chicken and dumplings last night because I am a sickie. It tastes good, but I like how I make it much better. Is that bad? Fortunately (or not) C hates dealing with raw chicken, so I will always be the person in charge of making it unless I am as sick as I was last night.
I am also contemplating hiding J's current favorite toy, because he is making me nuts by playing it over and over and over, and sticking random things in that won't come back out unless Mommy tips it over. He loves it though...so maybe I won't hide it til later, when he's napping. J has this to say about it: A8u9lACIkjuciukjodcujh76 n bnn bm nnnnnnnjyhhtmttttt./,;'3.
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