The Imaginative One is always saying I'm hungry and asking me what he can eat. As soon as I walk through the door, my two boys ask me when dinner is and what I'm going to cook. Sometimes I hit homeruns with my dinners. While other times, I hit fouls. Join me in the journey of feeding two growing boys and one grown up boy (aka hubby).
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