What we had for dinner:

I had one egg, one piece of toast and some sorry peas. Ferd had an omelette, pasta and some string beans. When he saw the omelette he said, “oh mom; please.” He hates omelettes. I have this idea that if he doesn’t eat eggs at least once every two weeks, he won’t grow brain cells the way he should or hair or something. One day he’s going to grow up and realize my facts are all based on feelings.
For dessert we both had pieces of his Chocolate Santa that sits in the fridge door. He thought I didn’t see how much he took and I know he didn’t see how much I took.

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