Don't You Wish Your Wife Made Jam Like Mine

Don't cha?

I have a confession; I hate strawberries. I don't eat 'em. Nasty little buggers.

A sentiment not shared by Athanasius

However, some people can do magic. Some people take this:

And after this happens:

That's the baby sign for "please"

Leading to…

and…

And even…

Before culminating into…

Those magic people can make strawberry jam. And if its been very warm and you live in an area where fresh, roadside strawberries are as cheap as talk, you can buy a whole mess of them. And if you buy a whole mess of them and sweet talk your wife into doing what, honestly, she wanted to do anyway, you can get this shot:

Of a messy kitchen, (MY) super-hot-wife, and one of the jars of MY jam. MINE! Everything in this photo is MINE.

Athanasius has been getting really selfish lately btw, we don't know why.

And so yes, I have jars and jars of amazing tasting jam at my beck and call now, and a baby who's so full of fruit he's passed out. Life is pretty ruddy great right now.

BTW, this is what your toddler son will do with his red blocks after seeing the egg cracking game on Pascha.

Adieu, mes amis, till next time!

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