Couple days last week, G made me breakfast. Cereal with bananas (arranged neatly around the outside of the bowl) and then a piece of toast. When he offered me a diet coke and I accepted he said, "coming right up" as he dashed to the fridge.
This does help make up for the fact that the child seems to be crying more often than not these days. Someone breathes on him and he's in tears. What is that?
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