Monthly or so ramblings from a mother of four kids in five years...
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Jack and the banana
From the laundry room, I heard Jack in the kitchen saying "Sorry my sunshine," and when I looked out to see what was going on, he was staring at his banana, about an inch from his face, and began going "Argh, mmm, rar," as he crammed the whole thing into his mouth like an animal. At least he apologized to the banana before he ravaged it. Heh.