Last night at dinner, he mostly finished his bowl of dirty rice (beef & rice dish--hey it's Mardi Gras season) and suddenly grabbed up the bowl. He perched it atop his head, looked at both of us and then he said "nice hat". We couldn't even act like parents and try and stop him from wearing his bowl because we were laughing too hard.
Right now he's sitting with me at the table on the screened porch overlooking the lake. He's eating Combos and spitting out the cheese filling. I'm tempted to keep typing, if only to delay the major cleanup that's going to have to happen when I finish.
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