Spag’n'icecream for dinner.

Ok, so I’ve barely scraped into the second day of contributing to blogtoberfest and I had spent most of the day (while doing other things) thinking: “Oh, when I get a chance, I ‘ll write about this … (which I shall now leave until tomorrow, considering that it’s almost tomorrow now!)

WELL, the wee one obviously had other ideas, because when I saw this, I thought, “Oh how could I ever write about anything other than this?”

I’m sure that if you can make out what I’m going on about (’cause I know I’m not making any sense), you’ll agree. I hope these pictures speak louder (and clearer) than my words!

And yes, in answer to your revolted cry “Is that an ice cream in one hand and a bowl full of spaghetti in front of him, the answer is yes. What you can’t see is the handful of spag he’s just stuffed in his gob. Followed by a big bite of ice cream. And more spag. And more icecream…

Tags: blogtoberfest, domestic bliss, wee one