It was the least I could do. Really.
Poor kid, wrapped her up in bibs all her life. If you were one of the 4? 44? who read the blog post right before this one, See Bib. See Bib Drop then you already know why I handed my daughter my brand new blouse. The one I had purchased specifically for France. I never did get it back.
There she was, my beautiful baby, 23 years old, digging fingers first into deep puddles of chocolate. And there I was, with a bib in my purse ready to run behind her neck and swoosh it over her chin. It truly is amazing how restrained you can keep yourself if you sit on your hands with someone else holding your feet.
Whew. It was close. Do you want to try it? Marissa left me a crumb. B, B, B… I guess. I stuck my fingers into heaven on earth. Richness so good I kept on digging. I knew I had to share this miracle recipe with others that might be suffering from bib-itis, too. You can watch the video of this fun wonder on the video page — July 14th. (Or as my kids would say, “Really? You can watch the video on the video page?”)
Gotta bib?
Ok….if that treat was in front of me I would totally bend over and just stick my face in it!!! Yowza! Your pretty daughter is being so dainty about eating it…it’s either because she’s wearing your shirt or she knows you’re reaching for the bib!!! Hope you had a marvelous Monday!
YUM - waffle dippiing sounds deliciously sinful!
Take care - Kellan
I understand that if you dip them into dark chocolate, you can argue that they’re actually good for you - at least, that’s what I do!
How long did you make that poor girl hold that pose before you took the picture? What torture!
ok that looked good enough to eat and not worry about it spilling on your clothes!
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