Monday, April 16, 2007


We got a brownie mix while grocery shopping this morning (the result of one hungry mommy shopping with 2 hungry preschoolers), and I left it out on the table so that I wouldn't forget to make it. Later this afternoon, Roger comes running into the the bedroom where I'm talking with Bob, clearly distraught and carrying the inner bag from the package, containing the powdered mix. "Mommy!" he yelled, "the brownies are broken!"


  1. Haha! That's awesome! So, did you "fix" them? =D

  2. Yes, we fixed them. They were yummy!


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