284 + 186 + 53 weeks
“Whatcha got, buddy?”
“Grilled cheese sammich. You?”
“Frozen yogurt.”
“Good thing we don’t have trouble with dairy. Mom wouldn’t know what the heck to feed us.”
“Word.”
284 + 186 + 53 weeks
“Whatcha got, buddy?”
“Grilled cheese sammich. You?”
“Frozen yogurt.”
“Good thing we don’t have trouble with dairy. Mom wouldn’t know what the heck to feed us.”
“Word.”
Haha I love this! I thank the heavens above every day that my baby has no food intolerances 🙂
……and now I want grilled cheese. stat.
xox