I had a loaf of Monkey bread defrosting on the counter to give to a friend. Came downstairs after putting Nev down for her morning nap and found that Zurich had tried to cut into it. Thus mutilating the top of the bread, rendering it only edible to us. So I now add making bread to the day's TO DO's.
The kid said he was done eating. So why did he feel the need to eat the bread right after breakfast?
great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts, mutilated monkey bread...... itty bitty birdie feet.....
ReplyDeleteoh good, Morgan, I'm not the only one!
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