Since when is there anything easy about a Sunday morning? No woman trying to get her kids out the door for church wrote these lyrics, I can promise you that. Holy frijoles, Batman! I'd like to smack Lionel Richie.
This is what happens when you forget that babies should not have nuts before the age of 2, and your 13 month old eats (and then spits out!) a tiny, eensie weensie piece of a walnut. This is what he looks like about 45 minutes later, and what sends Mom rushing to the grocery store on Sunday morning for Benadryl (don't worry, gals, I had a coupon!) It took all day long for the swelling to go all the way down. Poor baby! Awful, I know.