It's time to confess. I'll go first.
Now, leave your brutally honest admissions either there or here.
I promise to only judge you a little bit. And, who knows, maybe I will get some good ideas from you, too.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
THIS IS ME
THIS IS HOW I LABEL MY CHILDREN
The Troublemaker
The Comedian
The Drama Queen
THIS IS WHO I LOVE
(click for his blog)
THIS IS WHAT I KNOW
1 comment:
When my father-in-law brings treats and presents over for my daughter, I tuck them away before she can see them and then I eat them when she goes to bed. My justification is that he brings over sweets ALL THE TIME and too much sugar isn't good for her. The truth is, I don't want to deal with the sugar rush she gets. That and I really like candy. I'm not looking forward to the day when Grandpa asks Nelly if she liked the candy he left on her doorstep for her and she reveals that she has no idea what he's talking about. Although I guess I could always blame it on the paper delivery boy.
Post a Comment