This morning as we lay in bed:
rustle, rustle (sound of foil packaging being manhandled in the other room)
Knowing she was up to no good - and probably in Daddy's stash of granola bars, I tried:
Ana? Come climb in bed and talk to us.
Okay, but I'n not gonna talk about this bar.
Crafty adult: 1 Innocente: 0
Saturday, February 20, 2010
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