Jake came to me asking for a snack, for the 83rd time or so. This time, at least, it happened to be just about snack time.
Jake: Mom, can I have a snack?
Me: Sure, what do you think you would like?
Jake: Ummm, maybe a little marshmallows...or (with a sly little grin and a twinkle in his eye)...maybe I can roast up a smore or something?
The kid cracks me up. At least he knows what he likes.
2 comments:
He is so sweet! I'll come eat smores with him anytime...
Wow, snack time at your house sounds a lot more fun than at mine. :)
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