Christmas underwear and therapy

My daughter and I were folding clothes.

My daughter-you know I have almost all Christmas underwear. Santa, ho ho ho, wreaths, red and green stripes. And you know it’s not Christmas.
Me-yep, I know
Me-do you know why?
My daughter-yes, we go to old navy right after Christmas and the Christmas underwear is like a buck for a package.
Me-yep, that’s right.
My daughter-you know that’s not how other people do it.
Me-yep, I know
My daughter-that’s just one of the reasons I’ll need therapy
Me-yep, I know.

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Cake pops!

My daughter and I made cake pops. She got a cake pop machine last Christmas. Our first batch looked so good we passed them out to my son and Dad and a friend. They took a bite and raved over them! They loved the pudding filling in the middle! Only problem, there wasn’t a pudding filling in the middle! They were just undercooked. It was batter in the center. We looked at each other and both said nothing. Yep, that’s a secret we share. The next time we made them everyone asked why didn’t you put pudding in them. We said we were just trying new ways to make them.

Just a thought don’t eat my baking.