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DS2 is definitely feeling better.
Last night, he asked for some lunchmeat ("lunshee") to munch on. A little while later, he ran over to me and was eagerly trying to get my attention by pulling vigorously on my elbow. So I got up to follow him, and he proudly showed me his creation: a half-eaten slice of lunchmeat stuck to the fridge door amid the alphabet magnets.
It was really hard to stifle my laughter so I could chastise him. Because although it was really funny, I don't really want to encourage food art in my house.
Last night, he asked for some lunchmeat ("lunshee") to munch on. A little while later, he ran over to me and was eagerly trying to get my attention by pulling vigorously on my elbow. So I got up to follow him, and he proudly showed me his creation: a half-eaten slice of lunchmeat stuck to the fridge door amid the alphabet magnets.
It was really hard to stifle my laughter so I could chastise him. Because although it was really funny, I don't really want to encourage food art in my house.