Monday, March 14, 2011

Batter up, fruitcake and grooming.

1. Pouring an entire pint of milk into the pancake batter.

2. My father puts a cake tin on the table. "The Mother says I'm to take half back in the tin. She says you've got enough of her tins already."

3. When Alec, Grandpa and I get back from the park, Nick's rough weekend jaw is smooth and the house smells of bubblebath.

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