So the other night, at about 12:58 a.m., Barry and I awake to hear Noah moaning in his sleep...and we start giggling. Ya wanna know why? It's because of what he was saying...
"It's MY chocwut! It's MY chocwut!"
Yeah, so my husband thinks that is primarily my influence. Hmmmmmm... let me think about that...
I think he may be right! Now if only I can impress on him the difference between crappy chocolate and the really good stuff!
All in good time, people....ALL IN GOOD TIME!!!
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There's a boy after my own heart. Visions of chocolate dance in his head. That's a sweet dream.
mmmmm...chocolate...how could he ever know what bad chocolate is, you only ever have the good stuff in your house. He is your son Jennifer!
i think i do that sometimes too
"Dude, don't give people your poop" and "guard your chocolate." This boy has learned all he lessons in life he'll ever need ; )
LOL!! I love that Boy!!! Ha!!!
Nevr get between a kid and his chocolate! ;)
I think the key is NOT to let him understand that the GOOD chocolate is the better chocolate. That's how I'd do it anyway! I don't share chocolate very well!
Chocolate...its on the top of the food group pyramid, correct??? <:)
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