This is one of my dirty little secrets: Frequently upon completing the (bi)weekly grocery shopping, I snag whatever sweet-thing is on the loss-leader rack by the registers...you know, the same stuff I am always going, "Pfffft, NO! Dude, that ain't even FOOD right there!" whenever the Denizens beg and plead for it.
And then I eat it in the van on the way home.
Like a demented squirrel with a Top Secret nut he doesn't want the Squirrel Police to know about.
Nom!!!
3 comments:
Oh you krazy kid. :)
Oh yeah. Classic mothering right there. Love it!
does Eldest read your blog, because she could really start loading up on good bribery material?
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