Ever had Chicken Papa John's? Me neither. The RR had it one day this week at school, and liked it so much he asked for it for dinner that evening. After I told him three times we were having Baked Ziti and I wasn't ordering a pizza, he explained, "No, not pizza! You know Mommy, chicken with spaghetti salsa and cheese on top.
Chicken Parmesan, Chicken Papa John's. Tomato, tamato.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Overheard at the 2:00 a.m. Potty Break...
Rotten Rascal: "Mommy, look - my winkie is SO BIG!"
Me: "Wow, it is! Pull up your pull-up please." (Bury my face in the pillow so he can't hear me burst out laughing).
How do you explain that to a 4 year old? You don't. You let his father do it. ;0)
Me: "Wow, it is! Pull up your pull-up please." (Bury my face in the pillow so he can't hear me burst out laughing).
How do you explain that to a 4 year old? You don't. You let his father do it. ;0)
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