I bribed Campbell with a trip to Kneader’s to get him to poop this morning. Don’t judge…if your kid had gone 13 days without pooping last year, you’d resort to bribery too!
They screwed up and gave us an extra sandwich.
Bennett begged for it: “PEAS MAMA!”
I should have known.
Let’s have a closer look in that drawer:
That’s a fried egg. And those of you that know me well are laughing your heads off right now.
I HATE eggs.
No, seriously…I can’t even smell them without dry heaving. (I blame my mother. She referred to them as “chicken periods” when I was a kid.)
I may have worn that orange rubber glove in the first picture to pick up the egg.
I’ve got a giveaway or 2 lined up for when I’m out of town later this week. Stay tuned!