This coffee thing every morning with daddy...she totally understands.
Today, we had some wheat bread (among other things) for lunch. It was declared "foffee bwead". I eventually got out of her that it looked like the filters - "bwead filtah".
She said we needed to put "foffee in" and "pour wadder" on it.
Signs of a developing addiction, anyone?
1 comment:
Ahh, the observations on how things work. She's good at it. Keen eyes and taking it all in. Love and hugs, Mom
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