Once upon a Sunday Dinner, we were filling up on warm biscuits before the meal came. Isaac, with his undying devotion to all things dippable, had butter all over his hands biscuit, and was sitting on my lap (he gets a little restless in the high chair for too long) awaiting the arrival of the "real food." So he was getting slobbery biscuit goo and butter from his hands all over my shirt and I (because I am a genius) said "Oh great, Isaac. Yeah. Wipe your hands on my shirt."
So he did.
it still makes me giggle... even tho you have already told me this story :)
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