Here’s how this went down this morning:
Me (to Diva): We need to pick a jam winner.
Diva: I want Grammy to win!
Me: Uh, no. That’s not how it works.
I begin to write all the contestants’ names down on a piece of paper.
Diva: Want me to get a hat?
Then, she picked.
And the winner is (drumroll, please!)…
Tell Sam his jam in on the way!
Now read the real post for today down below.