You talkin' to me?
It's nice to find real Italians on this interweb thing.
You put me in the mood for some antipasto now. I have to go to bed, and eating cheese at this hour would not eb a good idea. Thanks a lot.
I had a dream about cheese once. I woke up covered in Camembert!
I found this blog on virtual loop... Greetings from Italy! 
Francesco
My first brush with crime was those little wax bottles with sweet liquids in them. They started falling out of my pants on the way out of the store. The owner threatened to tell my Mom "next time". I wonder if he knew he was enabling me at the time? Oh well, I didn't spend much time in my clepto stage. I think all kids must go through one! At least, I like to think I was normal.
Peace..............
Only you, Tone....can have a dream about cheese...of all things and write a whole blog about it!
I think this whole diet has officially screwed with your head!
LOL...I have never ever heard of a kid....a six-year-old stealing cheese!
Although, Tyler is a cheese fanatic...I will have to keep a better eye on him in the produce department! =)
Love it! You sound like you had great parents, with or without the spoon.
Damn! I love provolone too! hahaha! Funny story!
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What a great story! I'm bookmarking ya, fella!
It all comes clear now. My dad of Scottish/Irish/Gibberish descent is ITALIAN!! Our fireplace blazed 24 hours a day from October 1st to May 31st each and every year. We had the "old" poker and shovel and broom. And the "new" poker and shovel and broom. If we mixed them up my dad would yell one long loud Gibberish word. (Betcha didn't know I was bilingual, huh, Tony?)
I caught my kid at about a year and a half old stealing a tomato in a grocery store and eating it like an apple... I had to stop from stealing them every time we went shopping after that. I wonder how many half-eaten tomatoes the staff found on the lower shelves before I caught her the first time...?
Stop HER. Stop HER from stealing tomatoes. I don't steal tomatoes, I swear!
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