As I was unloading groceries the other night, I came across a mysterious bag of oreos that I specifically remember telling Noah he was not getting. They must of somehow magically made their way into my shopping cart, on to the conveyer belt and into a grocery bag. Could Noah at 3 1/2 actually sneak something past me? When I asked him if he had snuck them in our cart, the only response I got was an enormous smile. That's my Noah. (On the bright side, at least they were paid for!)
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