Bruce is a demanding chap these days. He isn't a fan of dinner time on his own. He picks and tosses his food about after eating the one thing he likes. He's ignored because I'm trying to listen to the other kid's stories. But when Greg comes home he is hungry and takes over the plate. Bite for dad, bite for Bruce is generally how it goes until a full toddler suddenly collapses into sleep. Funny how fast he shuts off.
Full. The coleslaw was so good he's even wearing some on his forehead. He really loved that stuff. Who knew? And the bottle, well it should go. It's a mom crutch and sometimes (when there's no meat, cheese, or peanut butter around) it works for a pick me up.
And the fun of being a toddler is finding places to stick your finger. He is a ham. He posed these pictures just because he loves an audience. Little stinker didn't give in to sleep until after 1 that night. Oh well thankful he's a happy chap when he gets what he wants.
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