Sunday, November 8, 2009

"Elaina, please don't lick butter off your pancake."

"Elaina, please don't butter your hand."

"Elaina, please use your fork or spoon."

Elaina reprimands me for calling her knife a spoon. "Mommy, why you call this a spoon. It's a knife." Elaina gets a spoon out of the drawer and proceeds to pick her peaches up and put them on her spoon to take a bite.

I love breakfast.

1 comment:

  1. Dear Amy,

    What a sweet post which brought back some really nice memories of when my 3 sons were little.

    This morning I attended Sacred Heart in Oxford, PA. I thought of you while we sang this song:

    www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBH-Eh9Bjjg

    Blessings and Love All the Way Up to God,

    Merrie Lee

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