Monday, April 13, 2009

My son...

I decided on ice cream for an afternoon snack. Hey! It's hot outside and I'm pregnant. At least it has dairy in it.

Joseph had just finished a bowl of strawberries (see? I'm not that bad a mom) so I thought I'd scoop some ice cream into his now empty strawberry bowl.

"Noooooooooo!"

"What?? I thought you wanted ice cream!"

"That's the strawberry bowl not the ice cream bowl."

"It'll be fine."

"No. It's wet. I need a new bowl."

If the food-can't-touch thing didn't prove it, this surely would. He is so my son.

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