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The other day I asked my 5 year old son what he wanted to be when he grew up. Typical conversation all parents have. Clearly he would say something like an astronaut, or a fireman or in my dream world, “just like you Daddy.” Nope, not my son. He thought for not even a second and with a straight face said…..”a caterpillar.”
WHAT?!
I love sugar cubes! I crave popping them into my mouth and eating them like candy (NOT THAT I ACTUALLY DO THAT, THOUGH! Insert wink wink here). But considering the amount of candy I have stolen from my kids’ Halloween stash, I am not sure what the difference is.
