Tuesday, August 31, 2010


Sometimes, while I am upstairs putting away laundry or something, Vivi wheedles treats out of Daddy (just wait--if you come to our house and hear "crak-ah" she's begging you for a grahm cracker).

The other day I found them in the kitchen sharing a Jello-cup (disgusting.  why was this even in our house?).  Caught in the act!

For those of you who are not aware, I HATE Jello.  A lot.  It really grosses me out.  Vivi does not share this distaste, apparently.

For her, it was like wiggily orange crack.  I don't think Russ really got to "share" the Jello, actually.

Sometimes, it shocks me that our tastes are so dissimilar.  GROSS, VIVI.

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