I Think I'm Going To Pop

Mama made her famous apple pie (1 regular, two mini's) on Sunday night, and the kids were foaming at the mouth by the time snack time came around yesterday afternoon. Saia loves the filling; Chago's more partial to the crust. But that stopped neither of them from polishing off every last little bit. And right about that time, Chago leans back in his chair, pats his belly, and yells at the top of his lungs, "I think I'm going to pop!"

[Yes, we're now all just waiting for him to learn how to unbutton his pants and belt out a nauseatingly thunderous burp!]