Friday, March 17, 2006


That is what my son likes to exclaim when I try to cut his toast or a slice of pizza for him. Sometimes, the kid just wants the whole, unadulterated thing. He never finishes it, of course, leaving barely eaten fruit and other things all over the kitchen. In fact, there is a pear in the fridge right now that looks like a squirrel gave it a good time...lots of scratches made with somebody's front teeth.

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