Don't Pound Me
I am officially the worst mom ever. I was cleaning up the kitchen and there were two bites of pound cake on a plate. I asked Chels to just eat them, why stick them in a bag, it’s just two bites, come on. She obediently starts chewing a little bite and then runs to the garbage can to spit it out. We have a yucky tummy sickness in the house right now, so I was very concerned, “Are you ok? Are you sick, too?” “No,” she replied, “I just don’t like pound cake.”
Sigh…then why on earth did you eat it?
Sigh…then why on earth did you eat it?
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Thanks for brightening my days!
K :)
Praying for you,
Kimberly :)