A couple weeks ago, the girls and I went to visit my sister. I woke up in, what I thought, was plenty of time to get myself ready before the girls woke up. While I was in the shower, I heard B get out of bed. She met me at the bathroom door and our conversation went something like this:
B: "Good morning Mommy!"
Me: "Hi B. Do you want me to make you something for breakfast?"
B: "No thanks Mom. I got it myself."
Now at this point, I was impressed. I thought, " Wow she can fix her own breakfast...how cool is that?!"
Then I walked in the bedroom and saw this...
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Oh well! I am sure there is SOME sort of nutrition in
Pringles...right?
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