The other day I was making French Toast. Mister likes to help out, and after I'd finished all the French toast, he climbed up on the chair, pulled out two pieces of bread, dipped them in the batter, and set them on the stove. Even though it was turned off, he was proud of himself. I was proud, too. Yeah. My little chef.
Okay, gotta take Scott to swim. Bye.
1 comment:
Awww. Love me some Mister!
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