Last night I was giving Beringer a bath and there was a knock at the bathroom door. I hear a gruff 4-going-on-5-year-old voice say, "It's me! Dada!"
I turned and Urban came walking in wearing a pair of Brett's shoes and dragging a big satchel.
"Hi, Mama." (Yes, Brett is known to call me Mama and I call him Daddy... I've gotten over the weirdness of the phenomena, on with the story.)
"Hi, Daddy. How was your day at work?"
"Good. I did lots of stuff, and I work really high up in downtown."
"I see. So, what did you do today?"
"Well, I ate breakfast at work and I had pizza with oranges on it. Then I had hamburgers for lunch, and then for dinner they brought in peanut butter and jelly pie."
I could not decided if this was an appropriate time to point out that most people don't eat three meals a day at work, but the truth is, most of the time, his daddy does. And the pie does sound delicious...
I think I'll be trying this recipe this weekend, I'll let you know how it goes.
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