{...I put my hand upon your hip, when I dip, you dip, we dip....}
Oh wait... wrong type of dip. And I'm definitely not talking about snuff. Although we do live in Arkansas, so I can't deny the fact that dip is sold in mass quantities around these parts.
What I AM talking about is dippin' our food. I threw caution to the wind and let Brayden dip his apples in yogurt.
You would have thought I gave him the moon.
He was in toddler lunch heaven.
I'm not quite sure I can say with confidence that it will be a regular occurrence,
since you can tell that it made QUITE the mess.
But perhaps on those long rainy days when we have nothing else to do...
we'll just dip.
