Adventures of myself, a rambunctious four-year-old, his parents, and a big black dog named Mocha.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Broken down doughnuts in my shoe
At church they always serve doughnuts and/or doughnut holes, and Michael loves picking some out to eat (and usually some for Mommy, Daddy & Miss Tammy). In this particular instance, he was still eating them in the car on the way home, and since they were a bit crumbly, some of the crumbs landed in his shoes. He seemed a bit upset and wanted to let us know that there were "broken down doughnuts in my shoe." Since he was buckled in his carseat, he was unable to immediately rectify the situation.
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