said Clay one morning. In my absent minded attempt at multi-tasking I mistakenly left an entire, in tact, toasted waffle on Hugh's tray. I said, "Huh? Um, looks like he's gonna eat it!" Unfortunately for our third born, that's pretty much how I roll these days...I discover he's ready for new things either a- by accident, or b-at an attempt to appease him (aka get him to stop screeching). Method a has brought on blueberries, cheerios, cheese, and Goldfish...btw...all things he found on the floor courtesy of Gus' lunch. Method b includes a giant pretzel from the Target concession area, pizza, french toast, and french fries. I know you're all impressed by my clean floors & nutritional values. Go ahead & judge...just keep it to yourself thankyouverymuch. ;)
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