Anyway . . . last night at about 7:30 someone rang the doorbell and ran so when we opened the door no one was there but there were cupcakes on the door step for the boys. And as much as I love them and despite all their begging I was not about to let them have a cupcake at bed time.
Because some how I knew that eating this . . .
. . . would result in this.
And just so you know, I could kiss that face all day long.
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That makes me smile. :-)
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