Tuesday, January 08, 2008

butter wouldn't melt in my ...

hair? I am happily occupied making dinner, I notice that everything has suddenly gone quiet in the living room. I know that means there is trouble brewing! So I take a peek, and here there you are, enjoying the loot of your thievery. You had stolen the butter off the counter'bench without me seeing YOU. YOU eats it, just like Daddy!

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