Pierce has said it before. He’s becoming redundant. Annoyingly redundant.
Eden presented the dough she and Liberty were ready to punch down and form into buns for supper and Pierce took one look at it and exclaimed, “That looks like your belly, Momma!”
Pierce is NOT my favorite person right now.
Edited to add a photo of the finished buns… Or what’s left of two dozen of them after supper!