The only way to get anything done in the kitchen is open the freezer and let Phoebe play in the ice cubes.
Here we are at 7:00 am.
When I saw she opened a frozen bean burrito.
I did what every good mother does.....
tossed on a bib and let her continue chomping away.
Because if she wants a frozen bean burrito, who am I to stop her.
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