So, my boy got hungry last night. Found himself a little shoe lace and went to town.
Me, being the super stellar Mom you all know I am, seeing that SBW wanted noodles, made him spaghetti and meatballs – from scratch (the meatballs, not the spaghetti – I’m not that good).
Bu-yah!
Connected by MOTOBLUR™ on T-Mobile UPDATE, 8:47AM: So, he drank the kool-aid; fifteen minutes afterwhich he should have been a zombie. Oh no, not my drug resistant child. …
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