I was thrilled that Evan was playing quietly while I finished putting cookies on the cooling racks. Until I saw that he had taken the almost-empty can of Crisco out of the trash can and was scooping it out with his fingers. It was in his mouth, his hair, his ears... Grossting! to quote Ethan.
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Ethan keeps climbing into a big box, closing the flaps, and yelling "Mom! Come see what you got for Chwistmas!" I open the box and feign surprise and delight to find an Ethan, or Baby Jaguar, or puppy. Well, the first 6349587 times I was able to act delighted. Now I am seriously contemplating duct taping the box shut. How bad would it really be?
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I completely understand contemplating taping the box shut. COMPLETELY.
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