Last night, Matt went to the gym right before we put Jeb to bed. He (Jeb) got his feelings hurt when I told him he couldn't take his new (huge) firetruck to bed with him. So, I, being the awesome mom that I am, decided to make him feel better with a little chocolate icing. Ok, in my defense, it was a teeny tiny amount! All you non-sugar-feeding moms just take a deep, relaxing breath.
Anyway, he took, "Shhhh. Don't tell Daddy," very very seriously. The kid was totally paranoid, looking over his shoulder every few seconds. His nervous little face is just too much. I hope you enjoy this as much as Matt and I have.
1 week ago