Fried spaghetti and peanut butter doesn't much appeal to me, but you know how kids are, even BIG kids.
Fried spaghetti and peanut butter doesn't much appeal to me, but you know how kids are, even BIG kids.
I know...careful who you sit next to tonight.
When I was two we returned to the US from Italy. Mom says I slept most of the way across the Atlantic; the man sitting next to her offered to hold me while she took care of my baby brother.
Well, that was a mistake. Evidently, I didn't handle waking up and landing at the same time very well. The poor gentleman ended up with a lap full of my stomach contents. Mom says he took it in stride, but I've always felt a twinge of regret at treating him so poorly...!