Saturday, March 12, 2011

A snack

Biscuit was heading toward sleepy-land, then Jeff got home. And as happy as I am to see Jeff, I now have a wound-up 2-year-old with no chance of a bedtime anytime soon.

Conversation just now between Jeff and Biscuit:

Biscuit: Dad, I want a snack.

Jeff: A snack? It's kinda late. Are you sure?

Biscuit: Yeah, Dad. I want a snack. Come on. It'll be fun!

Jeff just walked back into the living room after getting some graham cracker bears for Biscuit and said, "He lied. That wasn't fun."

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