Mmmm...Grilled cheese.
Mmm...Grilled cheese.
It's an absolute wonder that Alice can maintain her svelte figure. The baby lets me know she's done with dinner by allowing tiny bits of food to rain down from her fingers, directly into the waiting mouth of her closest com padre.
The other day I bought a different roast turkey than normal. It wasn't great. I admit that. But it came off the tray so fast it was landing on on Alice's back as she gobbled up what was hitting the floor. Subtlety is not my daughter's greatest attribute.
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