Above, Iain playing with Maddie's egg-box-toy-item (I have no idea what that thing is for).
Tonight, for dinner, Iain ate 3 scrambled eggs and a bowl of yogurt with bits of pear on top. Here's how the egg-eating went down:
6:02pm: I hand small plate of scrambled eggs to Charles. He places said eggs in front of Iain. Timer on pizza reads 1:25.
6:03.5pm: Having helped me remove pizza from oven, Charles pops his head back into the dining room. I hear: "Dude, what'd you do with those eggs? Iain? Did you eat all those eggs? Really??"
Wow.
In other news, Iain has learned an important new phrase. He dropped something Thursday morning and when I turned and saw he said, "Sorry, Mommy."
[insert wailing as The Mom melts down at the adorable politeness of her toddler]
Then he said it again.
1 comment:
It's an egg box, dude. It's from a long-dormant cache of backpacking supplies. It keeps yer eggz from breaking while they bounce around on the way to the campsite.
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