Candy canes are Ali's desert of choice. He loves them- scarfs them down even. He is a bit of a picky eater, even about deserts, oddly enough. (I know, family, I birthed a picky eater after complaining about yours). I don't mind them at the table, but if he walks around eating them I end up with pieces of candy cane stuck to my socks. And that drives me bonkers.
Today I had the munchies here at work. Someone gave me a candy cane for Christmas, so I ate it. Now I have that super fresh back of the throat feeling- you know the one. Tempted to get it for yourself?
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I was surprised we had any candy canes left after Ali left at Christmas!
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