I made the kids lunch today - peanut butter sandwiches and sliced apples. A total kid lunch. Halfway through the meal, the Girl lets out a scream and begins crying. I race to her to investigate."Did you bite your tongue, honey?"
"Nooooo!"
"Your finger?"
"Noooo," she screams again and points to her mouth in tears.
It dawns on me what has happened.
I take a deep breath, reluctantly put my finger into her mouth and pry out a huge chunk of peanut butter stuck to her upper palette. She smiles and goes back to her meal. I sigh before heading to the kitchen to rinse my finger thoroughly of the saliva covered brown mass.
When does this end?
1 comment:
little trick: cut the PB w/ mayo.
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