Since Kristin only has time for posts on her food blog -- and yes, it is that important -- then I will post pictures for Ann Arbor's first fallen snow. Yes, it is only mid-November.
Watching Max eat the snow reminded me of being a kid and reminded me how I've become my dad.
Me: "Max, don't eat the snow, it's yucky."
Max: "It not yucky, daddy, it yummy."
Me: "No it's yucky. It will give you yucky poopoo."
Max: "No it not. I be careful. I show you."
And then he showed me. We'll see who's right.
UPDATE:
Indeed Max's poop was yucky. But, it's hard to tell what caused it. I think we'll call it a draw.
6 comments:
Come on, you mean ol' dad, let the kid eat some snow.
Brian says, "Big Abram's funny."
I agree.
I also don't like yucky poopoo.
VERY cute pictures.
What does snow have to do with Poopoo. Abram, loosen up, let the kid eat the snow, it comes from heaven.
I am glad you understand the importance of the food blog postings. You are one of those husbands who just "get it". Way to go.
You will have to let us know who was right? Don't you have an advantage because all poopoo is yucky? Are you checking, and saying, oh, yep, see that's yucky poopoo. Shouldn't have eaten that snow.
I love how stylish he is in those snow clothes!
I look forward to more posts about poop in the future. (Kristin come back!!)
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