Day three was chicken fingers and fries. No risk in that.
Day four was "Single Skillet Stroganoff". The boy liked it, the girl not so much.
I've always said that the most painful experience I've ever had was when I went to the emergency room after having gotten poked in the eye. And the doctor there "tested" my eyes by pushing a rod into my eyeball.
But I have a new second place - where my boy grabs my face with both hands and squeezes his little knuckles of steel. I swear he's getting a good 80 psi. Today, he added a finger nail twist and drew some blood. Maybe it's just the way he laughs aftewards that makes it seem more painful than it actually is.
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I'm trying to work out how the picture relates to the blog... did the girl go out begging for food after Day 4's dinner?
I didn't know there was supposed to be an association. It's kinda like a lot of those semi-illustrated stories where there would be a small picture every four or five pages, but really nothing remotely having to do with the story you were reading.
Yeah - that's what I'm doing.
Please don't flag my blog. I'll share with you my word verification, ok? Here it is ...
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If I flagged your blog, it'd be to my own detriment.
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