March 17-{Hot Dog!}

What is this you ask? It's gross, really, I Know. They are (were) hot dogs. My wonderful Little Man demolished them at the grocery store trying to eat through the package and just squeezing them. Not sure why...but every time we tried to take them to try to salvage them, he screamed. So, for the sake of the other shoppers, our sanity and at the expense of a package of hot dogs, we let him hold them. Telling the story is probably telling on myself, but I figure there are battles with my children I have to choose and ones I have to let go.