I spent the weekend sewing my fingers to the bone on my very first couture bridal gown. Of course, I get the majority of my work done while my 2 year old is taking his nap. However, during a pivitol point in my couture creation my sleepy little angel woke up (persistent and grouchy) and demanded a snack
(pronounced "NAAK"). I ever so pleasently anounced that mommy would accomodate him momentarily. After an impatient launch of his "cup-cup", he proceeded to the kitchen. Apparently he would handle the task himself... I arrived moments later to find the following full balanced, yet magically delicious, "NAAK"
at least he did have the manners to get himself a plate...
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