Sunday, January 20, 2008

Smarty Pants

Woke up after a very long night of being up with sick Abigail, I am also limping because I broke my toe. Rubbing sleep from my eyes, Mason is already up and dragging a chair across the floor to the pantry where I keep the food "locked" ya right. I asked him to shhhhhhhh! Abby is sleeping and he was making a horrible racket. He made his sad face as I grabbed the chair from him. I asked him what he was doing and he, defeated mid task ,said "I am forging for food" (Okay don't feel too bad for the boy his dad had just made him a big bowl of oatmeal) I bet he was going to climb to the top of the pantry, unlock it and eat sugar. That's my guess.

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