Never thought I would have to fight my toddler for my broccoli.
For sure. I was such a picky eater. Really still am.That's a good thing.
As long she stays away from your cottage cheese you won't stab her with a fork?Never thought I would have to fight my toddler for my broccoli.
Two years later you quote that post? Slow evening?
How was it living with the dinosaur?It would be down to 2. I saw. Johnny Cash so I guess I would have to pick Janice Joplin. Lots of unnecessarily dead talent there.
That was yesterday I think. Went back and read the first couple pages of this thread.Two years later you quote that post? Slow evening?
What kind of sociopath eats cottage cheese with a forkAs long she stays away from your cottage cheese you won't stab her with a fork?
Did you get misty eyed reading the posts?That was yesterday I think. Went back and read the first couple pages of this thread.
Oh man as far as who I’d want to see in person that’s a hard one. Cash or mercury.
For sure. I was such a picky eater. Really still am.
Came home heated up dinner. Sat down to eat and here she come “broccoli broccoli” lol
Nobody said you were eating it with a fork, but you can't teach a lesson with a spoon.What kind of sociopath eats cottage cheese with a fork
Yes from laughingDid you get misty eyed reading the posts?
Apparently you’ve never had a wooden spoon taken to your backside.Nobody said you were eating it with a fork, but you can't teach a lesson with a spoon.
That’s one thing she doesn’t care for. Every time she sees one she wants to try it. Takes a bite spits it out and says yuck.When my first grandson was two, he started picking ripe tomatoes out of my garden and eating them like apples. Now, I have to have one plant on the deck for him and his sister.
That’s one thing she doesn’t care for. Every time she sees one she wants to try it. Takes a bite spits it out and says yuck.