Peanut butter kaya jelly

It was one of those mornings again : the dreaded holiday. I have the best intention not to rush through the morning, but with Anya around, things just don’t go as planned. She was whining on the sofa, she said she was hungry. “Eat the Horse Ear bread I bought you, you said you wanted it.” “No…I want to bring that to Kid’s Cove.” “Just eat half of it, and