Sunday, November 29, 2015

Today was just one of those-no-good-at-being-a-parent days.

Among other things, there was a formula, lotion paste.  ON MY BED.

There was a preschooler-level breaking and entering into the locked closet that was locked for good reason.

And being kicked out of choir practice.  Yea, that happened too.

So instead I'll share a funny vignette.

We're entering party season, so at a Thanksgiving party we went to on Thursday, and then at our home that evening, R referred to "bandage cheese".

We finally figure out what it means.

Look at that brie on your next cheese plate. 

It does kind of look like bandage cheese, no?

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