Much of the time, one reflects the grace of the other.
Twelve is, as we know, the perfect age :-)
Ooooohhhhh, krispy kreams....
Being able to do stuff like this is one of the best prerogatives of adulthood.
Ben used to hate it when I insisted on watching them make the doughnuts...my inner child, however, is less mature than yours. He's 8. And he's a boy, which is odd. Potty humor and belching and all.
Makes really good sense to me!(Warm, soft, squishy doughtnuts... yum!)
(oops...I really CAN spell...I just can't always type!)
RevAnne, I never considered that mine might be a boy! Potty humor is a big hit with me, much to the dismay of my college roommate/maid of honor. It's okay, though, as I have another college buddy who enjoys all things fart-related (except for the smell), and a sister-in-law who exchanges nose-picking-themed birthday cards with me year after year.
mmm,mmm, good. just looking at them makes me fat.
I ate a doughnut this afternoon. Strawberry jelly. It's your fault.
Oooh, Zorra... yes, I'll take some credit for contributing to your delinquency...
O but they're not mere doughnuts...they're Krispy Kreams! I am surprised 24 were enough.So, glad to see you have another dog blog. I know you must have learned a lot from Cub. There really is no better communicator of God's love than a dog.
welcome back... i'd toast you by lifting high a krisp kream... but my arms are too jiggly. (hee hee)
Love this - 'grown on the outside, 12 on the inside'. Glad I found your new space.
mmmmmmmmmm.... wanting to lick my fingers...d
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