David bought some funky kind of applesauce.
It's some sort of all natural no added anything weird consistency.
The kids saw it in the fridge drawer today and went right for it.
Reese took a few bites then said, "Tate, do you want my applesauce?" (yes, he's become the "mikey" of our group and will usually eat anything given to him).
I looked at his full carton of applesauce and answered for him, "No sweetie, he has some of his own already".
"Well, I don't like this applesauce," Reese confessed.
Then she pressed an imaginary button in the air and said, "I guess I'll just delete it..."
Hmmmm....I wonder if that will work on the bills....