This past week has been heavy with bad decisions:
The schools deciding to stay closed till last Friday, which meant I had to take Tuesday off work as I didn't have childcare.
My decision to send Mae to her childminder's on Wednesday even though she told me she was sick in the morning. Two hours at work and I had to go pick the poor girl up. I was off till Friday.
And Mae's decision to roast marshmallows on the woodstove today. Me and Geoff (and initially, Mae) thought it was a great decision until she remembered she hates marshmallows. She just looked at me with stringy marshmallow between her fingers and said 'Ungh! GOD! Gross!' with her mouth hanging open until I stopped laughing and told her to go spit it in the toilet.
4 comments:
Classic! We'll have to try smores when she is in Canada next summer. But that is brilliant!
wah ha ha ha. ung
I love your phonetic spelling of her reaction!! ung God gross - ha!
How sad to be so enticed by the fun of a food to forget that it's actually gross...
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