Mormons Don’t Go to Confessional

So I’ll do it in my blog.

Confession #1: I let my daughter put Ketchup on ANYTHING if it will get her to eat food.

Conversation this afternoon as the fridge door stood open:
Laylee: Is that Ketchup Sauce?
Me: Nope. It’s Mirin.
Laylee: Is that Lemon Juice?
Me: Yes.
Laylee: Is that rice?
Me: No. It’s diced garlic.
Laylee: Is that Ketchup Sauce?
Me: No. (It is a bottle of chocolate sauce but I decide its best not to open up the Pandora’s box that is….a liquid form of the “c”word in our very fridge.)
Laylee: Is that Ketchup Sauce?
Me: No. That’s Teriyaki.
Laylee: Oh, is it for Carrie?
Me: No. It’s not Carrie’s Yaki.
I close the fridge.

Confession #2: Since I was in elementary school, I have eaten Kit-Kat bars like this:

Confession #3: We have already re-bought Halloween candy “for the trick-or-treaters” twice this season.

Whew! I feel so much better getting that off my chest.

Side-note: Blogger ate this entry right after I typed it and uploaded all my photos the first time. Laylee was sitting on my lap when Blogger lost its mind. I asked her to get down because “mommy needs to whig out now.” She got down but stood at my feet pleading, “I wanna wig too, mommy. Please. Please can I have a wig too?”