Today I made pancakes for Jim's breakfast. When He left for work I went in to use my treadmill. K was sleeping so I thought it was the perfect time to do it.
About 30 minutes later I hear this awful noise coming from the kitchen. It was like half scream and half gagging.
I ran up the stairs to find Kalista bent over the trash can spitting and wiping off her tongue with a paper towel.
Apparently she had gotten up and decided to have one of the pancakes. Then things went terribly wrong....
I have been making vanilla. Most of it is in cute decorative bottles to be used as gifts this Christmas. One batch is just for us to use and I didn't have enough bottles so I just put it in an old syrup bottle.
It is the same color as the syrup. The poor little thing didn't even know what hit her.
I put two and two together and told her that it was vanilla.
She corrected me and told me that it was"Baaaaaad banilla". She wiped off her tongue one more time and then ask me to make her scrambled eggs for breakfast.
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