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Posts tagged ‘Mr. Spartz’

Beesketti

January 14th, 2007

Grossness alert!
For as long as I can remember, spaghetti’s nickname by the little ones, whichever one was little at the time, has been “beesketti”. Who knows, maybe I started it.
Anyway.
Last night we had spaghetti. Last night the boys were at the neighbor-across-the-street (Mr. Spartz’s). So they weren’t home when we had our spaghetti; they [...]