Just tonight, when Daddy arrived for dinner, she kept calling out "eat!" She set a place for Daddy at the table, a plastic plate already filled with fake fruits and vegetables. She escorted Daddy to his seat and even went to get some condiments: plastic mustard, plastic ketchup, plastic salt and plastic pepper. She added a little of each to Daddy's plate, and I must say: You haven't lived until you've had plastic pear with mustard spread all over it!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
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