Tuesday, March 3, 2009

The Frosty

I apparently have no control over Nanny. Z gets to do what ever she wants when Nanny is in town, even a frosty. It was Ziva's first experience with any kind of shake/frosty item. Of course she loved it. She wouldn't be a Brown if she didn't. Now anytime she sees a to go cup with a straw she assumes is a shake and throws a fit to have some. Nothing like having a 13 month old screaming in the back of the car for a drink of your diet DP (which she will not get).

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