"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.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
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Dear Amy,
ReplyDeleteWhat 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