The Terrible Twos Pout
I remember one time when my kids were little - I had just come home from shopping. I was trying to unload the groceries, Sam was hanging onto my leg and crying, and Emily, who was barely 3, was sitting quietly in the corner singing a little song to herself. When I finally got the milk and frozen stuff put away, the words of her song penetrated my brain: "Squish the bread... Squish the bread."
The loaf was unsalvagable.
The loaf was unsalvagable.
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