Monday, April 14, 2008


When I said I was making a cheese cake I know that my little Dan was thinking cheddar, mozzarella, colby jack. He was all excited to help me make it and then bugged me all night, "when are we going to eat the CHEESECAKE???" I knew he wouldn't like it. Not Mr. Vanilla Ice Cream. Not Mr. Peanut butter sandwich. But I didn't want to discourage him.

He tried a little tiny bite and made all kinds of faces. I asked him if he liked it, he said:
"Well, I'd eat it but it's not top on my list."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh Danny, Danny, are definitely related to your Grandpa!