A couple of nights ago at Nanny's house, I cut up some chicken and put it on your plate. Then I sat down and dug into my chicken leg. You kept reaching for my plate and motioning to my chicken until I finally gave it to you. You went to town on that leg like you were the reigning Lil Miss Chicken at the County Fair.
You have this habit (which Daddy and I hope you'll outgrow as you get older) of hovering over someone if they have food, kind of like a seagull at the beach. You would befriend the devil himself if he was wielding a Hostess cupcake.
You have this habit (which Daddy and I hope you'll outgrow as you get older) of hovering over someone if they have food, kind of like a seagull at the beach. You would befriend the devil himself if he was wielding a Hostess cupcake.
Let's hope this appetite for food translates into an appetite for fun and adventure.
No comments:
Post a Comment