Saturday, March 19, 2011


We got our fruits and veggies from the co-op today, and while I was unpacking them Owen kept asking for bits and pieces.  He arranged them all nicely on a plate.  I was getting kind of excited that Mr. Picky might actually want to try something new.  Nope.

"Mom, this is poison.  We have to leave it here for a long time, then we'll take it camping and burn it in the fire and then we'll put on people to be poison!"  Oh well.

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