I made myself a sandwich and cause I thought I could make the best one ever with all things that taste good. I put those things on white bread because I love each one — mustard, pickles, relish, and honey, just for fun. I loaded on some slices of good old cheddar cheese and ranContinue reading “My Sandwich”
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Spaghetti
Trying to eat spaghetti is really hard to do. The noodles slide right off my fork — I think the sauce needs glue. I’ll finally fork a noodle, and as I watch it squirm, just to bug my mother, I’ll say, “Oh look! A worm!” I’ll slurp that long, worm noodle like soda through aContinue reading “Spaghetti”
