Friday, March 19, 2010
So, my baby has figured out how to open the refrigerator and help himself to anything he wants. Twice, I have walked into the living room to see him having a snack....butter. The first time this happened he just looked at me, smiled, and said "Nummy!". The second time, I said "Kirk! What are you eating?" and he said "Butter", as if I was the dumbest person on this planet for not knowing that was his favorite treat. So, now, the butter stays in the back of the fridge, simply because Daddy has a sensitive gag reflex and doesn't like hearing butter eating stories.