Dinner, FHE, workout, come home.
Around 9 o'clock the little guy decided he wanted a snack.
So I got hungry, naturally, and Adam just so happened to be in the kitchen.
My selection of night-time snack #1 went something like this:
Brit: Hey, hun. Would you bring me an apple?
Adam: Yeah, sure.
....
Brit: And the peanut butter jar with a knife?
....
Brit: And the Nutella?
By the end of it, I had basically destroyed any nutritional value in that poor, poor piece of fruit.
But it was delicious.
Husband couldn't help but laugh over the massive cliche I was tragically committing. I might as well have balanced both jars on my belly and demanded Oreos to come join the party.
2 comments:
hahahaha love it.
that my fav snack too! i just finished off a jar of peanut butter, when the apple was done i just started eating the peanut butter by itself, i need to try apples with nutella.
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