During dinner tonight, my youngest son started making snorting sounds. I looked up to discover that he'd shoved a piece of penne up his nose.
I'm not sure if I was more grossed out by having to yank pasta from his nose, or the fact that he immediately snatched the freed piece from my hand and ate it.
Today: penne. Tomorrow: crayons, Legos, spare change, insects and unidentifiable yet suspiciously elderly pieces of food.
(root) beer me. - i've been looking for a good reason to bust this out: so when i found this recipe for root beer float cookies that i'd saved on one of my pinterest boards...