Monday, November 23, 2009


Funny how when you are a mom you suddenly feel obliged to be the one to eat the burnt toast, overripe banana, the "funny tasted" orange popsicle that no one else wants, bread heels, pizza bones and the last of the slightly stale Cheerios.

And you don't even mind that much.


Anonymous said...

Is this universal? I do the same as did my mother before me. Maybe that's why you also do this. Maybe it's not so much obliged as a spirit of giving and loving.mama

kari said...

I don't have children to test this theory on them; however, I understand completely as I do this with Debbie.