I call this "Black Bean Face." Caleb was an interesting young fellow all day today, acting like a typical two-year-old having a bad day. He fussed and cried most of the day while hubby started putting together a new swing set for Caleb. I struggled to keep this little boy happy, but for some odd reason even popsicles, pool time, and playdough couldn't keep a smile on his face. Yet, come dinner time, black beans became the answer to our prayers. Finally, Caleb was a happy boy and painted the evidence all over his face. Thank God for Goya.
3 comments:
Like a true Cuban!
goat cheese and avacado...not black beans....he does have his own "taste" for food...so cute.
that is supposed to be now black beans...my typing is off today.. :-)
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