I gave it to him. The crack. He had his first thin mint. I won't lie... this is parental sacrifice. I gave up a cookie. And a frozen one at that. Basically, I clearly love my child and if you couldn't tell by my taking him out with an ear infection then you now know it's true. I love him. More than life and frozen thin mints themselves. He wasn't in love. Which made my love go down one degree.
First view of the duh-dee. Seems like pure bliss. Or taunting.
WTH is this? This isn't a nilla wafer.
I guess I'll let it slide. It's ok. Mama, Mama why are you looking at me like that?