For Christmas, the kids wrote 50 things they love about me. #28 was one of my favorites:
And then yesterday, as I looked through Zach's schoolwork, I saw this paper. It struck me as funny because after reading the first sentence, I thought Zach was going to write about the big, fluffy waffles that Brandon makes for him. At least those would make his teacher think we try to feed our kids a nice, warm breakfast. Instead, Zach wrote about my kind of waffles.
