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The five year old had a melt down.
Then we discovered she'd not only painted a large smiley face on the carpet in her room, but the inside of the closet was all bescribbled.
Needless to say, this didn't help the meltdown.
So while my girlfriend's dealing with that, I am cooking dinner (Turtles - pilsbury crescent roll dough wrapped around a stick of asparagus, some cheese (brie or gouda) and ham. Granny Smith apple slices optional).
The five year old was not amused by the cute name. She knew yucky food when she saw it. So, suffering bite after suffering bite, she let us know how much she hated it. Until eventually, she pulled the crispy asparagus out of the gooey cheesy ham-fuilled croissant.
...and ate only the asparagus. Totally refused to touch the rest.
I am totally baffled, here. |
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