This weekend we made banana bread.  For some reason J thinks that all baked goods are pumpkin pie.  So he keeps calling it that.

I love pumpkin pie.  Er banana bread.

I love pumpkin pie. Er banana bread.

Lots of banana bread.

Stirring is hard.

Stirring is hard.

And then we took a nap.  And when I say we, I mean L.

And since this I would never want to be accused of embarrassing my children unequally, I’ll post this.

What? You've never fallen asleep with a bag of carrots before?

What? You've never fallen asleep with a bag of carrots before?

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