Thursday, October 15, 2009


I love little kids' mispronunciations of things, and I do mourn the day when they finally learn to say things properly. I grieve the loss of the cuteness!

This morning Little Brother is reading the label of the Ovaltine jar on the table. Why? Because it's there. So I am getting the rundown of exactly how many "minnagrams" of fat, sodium and sugar are in Ovaltine.

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