Is there such a thing? I was pretty sure I was going to need one today when, as we were making Shepard's Pie for dinner (NB: I literally have not cooked since Saturday, as I have been so doggone sick, so this was a big deal. I even doubled the recipe and froze one!) Maura tastes the mashed potatoes and spits them out and says "I just will never like potatoes. I keep trying them and I just keep spitting them out." Pretty sure she is not my child.
That was until later that night as I was putting the girls to bed Maura declared that her heart had stopped beeping, her temperature had run away, her mouth could not open, her legs were broken, and her ear was hurting. This all happened after she was put in time out. Those flash illnesses are tricky. With that kind of drama... I know she is mine.
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You know, E doesn't like potatoes either (except for French Fries). When I was a kid I loved loved loved Mashed Potatoes! Maybe there was a mix-up at the hospital?!?!? Hmmmm.
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