Mmmmm, mushrooms. My favorite. Raw, unwashed and stolen from the counter top.
Hopefully my mama won't catch me. I know I'm not supposed to eat the ones growing in the plants in the hall but what about this one?
I think I'll just take a little bite and see how it goes..
A little chewier than I thought..
Oh, hi there Mama. What? These are for dinner? And I'm not supposed to eat them raw? Seriously?!
Wanna bite?
5 comments:
Wow. He is almost totally transformed out of baby into little boy. Losing the chubby cheeks even!
I didn't know you guys had a blog. Your kids are so cute, and getting so grown up. It has been way too long since we've seen you. Dan and I still talk about our trip to the farm.
Love you!
my girls would be throwing up about now, they hate mushies. I love em! Did you pick them? AND I can so see you saying all that you wrote in the post. I was picturing it all in my head. he he!
That's disgusting. I love mushrooms, but could never eat them like that.
mmm yummy- at least he doesn't eat flowers from my esparanza bush like some other children do
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