But. Mommy. You. Are. So. Unfair.
If Bug knew any of those words, I'm certain she would have used them-- in that order!-- last night.
Here is what I made her for dinner:
A slice of wheat bread
A piece of string cheese
A cup of whole milk
A bowl of chopped spinach mixed with rice cereal.
Incapacitated by the second voice-stealing, energy sapping cold in a month's time, I found myself without the gumption to cook for myself or the Hubs.
Here is what I had for dinner:
Diet Dr. Pepper.
I'm going to start practicing now: You can choose that when you are a mommy, Bug.