This conversation took place in the car today.
Justin: Andrew, do you want to go look at the flowers?
Andrew: Fowrs.
Justin: No, say "Flowers."
Andrew: No Mommy. Fowrs.
We went to Temple Square with the Martins to look at the BEAUTIFUL tulips (and other springtime delights). The boys had a ball, mostly with the water fountains streaming through Temple Square. 
Andrew was really into the fountain that shoots water into the sky. We went to The Garden to have dinner and I tried my new love...FRIED dill pickles. Sounds gross, but I swear they will be part of my dreams tonight. Can't wait to fall asleep!
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hmmm I am not so much a pickle fan. did you try ben's blog? it is http://hephalumpsandwoosels.blogspot.com/
maybe that helps :D
Marci
Haha, Brittney had this great idea to make friend pickles in college, and we enthusiastically went about it. It turned out to be a huge mess--pickles soaked in grease dripping on the counter, no breading left on them....these look way better than ours.
Let me guess, Andrew is pointing and saying "whas dat?" Fried pickles Meg, really??
Mmm. That actually sounds yummy.
Yum!!
no, there is this NY deli in Houston that sells fried pickles and they are SOOO good. Like Haley said, don't try that at home. When we went to the Garden and I saw fried pickles, that is all I ordered. Super delicious.
a spring day at temple square among the "fowrs" with my grandsons.....it just doesn't get any better...except the fried pickles. "whas dat?"
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