of pants and cheese
The great thing about coffee-colored pants is that when (for me, it’s not an if, it’s a when) you spill your coffee, it doesn’t show up at all. I leave the question of the bad thing about white shirts as an exercise for the reader.
Zoe has a new word, “cheese.” She usually says it as a question when we’re looking in the refrigerator. There’s something overwhelmingly cute about the plaintive “cheese?” request.
Sigh….if only my favorite jacket was coffee-colored. My insulated mug decided it didn’t want to seal properly and poof! Welcome to coffee stains all over my nice cream jacket
Funny. Kaelyn can get her own cheese now. We usually find wrappers scattered through the house.