Ruthie’s preschool class had its Thanksgiving party today, which of course involves loads of cookies and candy to get everyone amped up for nap time. I stepped out to run an errand, and when I came back I was told Ruthie had loaded up her plate with cookies, only to abandon it when she discovered the yummy cream puff balls from Costco that someone had brought.
Cream Puff Addiction must be genetic.
And remember those cookies where you press the chocolate kisses into the middle? Yup, she ate JUST the kisses and left the cookies.
I sure have some STRONG GENES.