Okay, so I refuse to get up before seven on weekends. Usually the boys are content to play in the living room or Andrew's room until I get up. Yes, I'm hiding from them. The other weekend Andrew came into the bedroom all worried. "Mommy, mommy this cream cheese is bad." I'm immediately wide awake because I know all the cream cheese is in the frig and they can't reach it. What have my kids gotten into? Andrew hands me a bar of Crisco with a finger full missing. I don't know which one got it, but Andrew tried it. There didn't seem to be any permanent damage, but needless to say I was up for the day.
Liz
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