Smiling big for his fourth pancake! I only had two.
NJ: "Can you wipe my thumb?" Thumb? He's always so concerned about his hands being clean, but never seems to care about food all over his face!
He was asking me for something, so I said: "If you want one, bring your plate over here." He came over, nudged me and said: "It's a bowl, Mama." Sheesh, can't get away with anything.
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