As is now a daily ritual, Bennett decided he was finished with his pancake and oranges this morning and proceeded to rage on all his breakfast goodies. He throws his milk cup onto the table and then proceeds to grab the rest of his pancake in his chubby little fist and starts looking for a good place to throw it. My ninja like instincts kick in and I deftly remove the tray from his high chair and then go to remove the pancake from his hand. So tight is his death grip, that it literally takes BOTH of my hands to do this, but I'm successful. And then?
HE REMOVES THE BITE OF PANCAKE FROM HIS MOUTH.
I think you know what happens next.
No comments:
Post a Comment