My kids can never see this commercial. You know they'd be all over this like, well. Like peanut butter on bread.
How much do we love this little kid?! Little redheads have a special place in my heart of course, but then throw in a little chub and the sweetness of this kid? Complete adoration! Of course it helps that I don't have to clean up his mess. Thank you Carla at Truth or Dairy for bringing this fabulous commercial to my attention!
Incidentally, I went to Target last night in a bold move (I don't typically take the girls out after dinner because we have a strict schedule of playing, bathing, and reading), but what the hey?! Spontaneity, thy name is Jules! Of course I lived to regret it because:
a) it took a solid 15 minutes to bundle us all up (14 blessed degrees yesterday!)
b) my labyrinth of a driveway is nearly impossible to back out of in the dark. I ran over every little stick Jim put up to help guide me out. Oops.
c) taking both kids to the store is so tricky; A wants to stand up in the front of the cart, giving passers-by reason to judge me (she squirms out of the little strap, ok!?) and Molly of course wants "stuff", but luckily was mollified (haha!) by some old Fruit Loops from the depths of my purse.
d) our entire nighttime schedule was off. There was no wind-down time. It was, "Get in the house! Grab your toothbrush! Put on your jammies! Let's move people, we're pushing 8:00 here!"
I hope your Tuesday is fabulous friends and may you have enough bread that you don't have to eat your PBJ in Target kid fashion.