Tonight at dinner Nathan got a little fussy when I put him into his jumperoo while Joe and I ate. I took him out and held him in my lap while I ate. Joe and I were talking and I looked down to see Nathan grabbing my plate AND my brisket. It was so funny. We know it was an accident, but he kept going for my meat!
Happy 8th Birthday, Sammy!
11 years ago
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