Tonight, while we were eating dinner, Little Bear starting raising a stink. [He was still hungry, but Mommy kind of forgot she said she’d give him mashed potatoes.] There was a container of puffs on the table. Butter picked it up, opened it, and shook a few out on Little Bear’s highchair tray.
“You’re a great big brother!” we all exclaimed.
And then he knocked his orange juice off the table.
Just another night in the Phan house.