Leftovers really aren’t my thing. Even as a kid, I could tell if the macaroni and cheese was from yesterday’s lunch, and I didn’t like it if it was. Ryan doesn’t like leftovers either. He won’t even eat a piece of pizza if it’s been sitting in the fridge for six hours. I, too, would probably pass – unless it was Gruffalo’s homemade pizza like we had on Good Friday. Speaking of, here are some Easter leftovers:
These leftover Easter snapshots make my heart happy. I just can’t get enough of that little one. Or that big one. Especially when he’s playing with that little one.