Teresa today at dinner...

I know this is a break in the Minnesota narrative, but I figured I needed to pass this along. For dinner today we were having soup & fresh biscuits. Well, in turns out that Cara apparently made Satan's very own soup as Teresa wouldn't even look at it without losing her mind. We told her she needed to have 1 bite and then she could have a biscuit, but to no avail. She cried so hard she spat up some milk, but she eventually took some rice in her mouth (which was spat back out) so she got a biscuit after about an half hour of howling...

I couldn't resist the ludicrosity (I love inventing words) of the situation so I took a couple of pictures.