Today my daughter and I braved the commissary (the military's version of a grocery store). It was near naptime, and by the time we reached the deli, she was almost at "total meltdown". As I'm placing my order, I suddenly look down and see my daughter with a large chocolate chip cookie in each hand.
"Oh Mom, can she have a cookie?" The bakery lady calls as she walks back behind the counter, "I hate to see her cry."
Now before I go any further, let's just say I am far from the world's perfect mo…
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Posted on March 23, 2009 at 1:01pm —