The other day John brought home the hugest bag of Tooti Fruitis I have ever seen.
God, I love that man.
That we need a ginormous bag of Tooti Fruities has nothing to do with the fact that we try to hide it from the girls, wait for them to go to bed, and when they’re asleep we pour ourselves helpings so large that we might as well be eating them out of troughs.
No, it does not.
Don’t judge me.