Can I have some?
welcome to my blog.
a place to post. a place to eat oreos. a place to vent. a place to heal.
i started this blog so i could use a different outlet besides munching on fattening oreos. as if that has done any good... *mind wanders to oreo package in the house...*
then i realized that oreos can be semi symbolic. if you are are that crazy about oreos that is. which... i am.
eating oreos is therapeutic for me. when i am struggling or when i need a pick me up. they have chocolate. and sugar. both of which help lift my mood. not to mention that i eat them soaked with milk, which is my miracle drink.
i post my posts to not only get stuff out. there may be people who read my blog who have been in the same kind of situations as i have. i hope reading them and knowing that others have gone through things like i have, will be to you what eating oreos does to me.
and yes. i didn't capitalize anything in here. i just felt like it. deal with it.
munch up.
Before I forget
Conversation after dinner between mother and son.
"Where did all your food go?"
Son points into a wide open mouth and says, "I swallow, and it goes all over and down and down and down," moving his hand down his body to demonstrate, "and then out the bum when I go potty."
At this point in time, my eyes are wide open, with his detailed explanation. No, as far as I know, no one told him that the food he eats turns into pee and poop. I can only assume that he figured it out all by himself. Which shocks me.
I have a smart kiddo.
1 comment:
Wow! That IS a smart kid. Good job!
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