I've never eaten a frozen waffle that was still . . . frozen. Toddler D did yesterday. Got it out of the freezer himself. Had me open the package. He took one out and went into the other room. I took one out and put in the toaster for him. I was surprised he wanted one. I've made him frozen waffles before -- all buttery and dripping with syrup. He never ate them.
When I went on the other room to see where he had left the decidedly untasty frozen waffle, this is what I found:
Here I've been getting all crazy with the toasting and the buttering. Who knew motherhood could be so simple.
Here, kid. Lunch is served.
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