So it was music to my ears when he came up to me and said "lunch, momma?".
It was 10:30 am.
So we made biscuits.
He loves the "ciwrcle cuttur".
He was quite concerned that we "made-a-made-a mess". (I don't know why he says it like that, but I'm not correcting him...)
There's nothing like the first bite of a homemade biscuit with grape jelly on it after you've hardly eaten in three days...
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We'd like to give a special thanks to Ella, who made biscuit making possible through her decision to be happy in her bouncy seat.
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