We made our second visit to the sno-cone stand yesterday. It was a beautiful day. We sat in the back of the wagon and slurped them down. Yum.
Steven got overly excited about his black cherry cone and froze his esophagus. Ouch.
This evening I was giving Matt a bath and he was making me all kinds of food with his empty Mr. Bubble container and cup. He said, "Here's some...turkey! Half pound, sliced on one." Someone's been paying attention to what his mommy says at the deli counter. He didn't understand my laughter. So I ate my turkey.
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