A few weeks back, Simon had hand/foot/mouth blah blah and could only eat pudding and jell-o for a few days. I stocked up on pudding cups. Though he wasn't thrilled with the sores in his mouth, he did enjoy eating pudding and blue jell-o while his brother had to suffer with broccoli, snipe, cow liver, and grasshoppers. O.K., not exactly true, but he did enjoy eating a pudding when the others had to eat real food. The puddin' eatin' came to a halt when he began to ask for cereal and then would follow it up by asking for pudding--"My mouth still hurts." Yeah right--if you can eat cereal, you don't need to eat pudding at every meal.
I put the pudding in a secret place, known only to me, so that I could bring it out for special occasions. Now, the place has become so secret that I can't find it. I've looked in all the usual spots and in all my secret spots. No. Pudding. I think they are hanging out with my favorite sunglasses. They are missing as well.
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check under your chillin's bed. NOT that i've EVER found anything under their bed that wasn't supposed to be there! cough.cough.
happy hunting!
btw, your mom and i were talking and decided that since i, a year or so back, did a blog post all my memories of your family, you MUST do one too!! please, pretty please!!! :)
For the record: I did find the puddings. They were under the marshmallows. Of course.
hahahaha
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