Cameron was at work. I was pregnant, tired, nauseated, and staggering around the kitchen trying to prepare breakfast for my hungry masses. So when Grace started picking and eating candy off the gingerbread men that somehow weren't thrown away the previous week with the other Christmas stuff, I was too sick to care.
Minutes later all three kids were eating old, stale gingerbread pieces the size of their heads. All of this before breakfast. I didn't even flinch.
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| Gotta love the way Grace is helping herself to the cupboard here |
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