Yesterday we played host to some friends from out of town. They came with their 3 kiddles (including their super adorable teeny weeny 2 week old who I got to sniff and snuggle) and we all had brunch together. As K and I lingered at the table, sucking up what I am sure is an embarrassing amount of Ambrosia Levi toddled back to the table. Up into my lap he crawled and then he turned his big round eyes to me, flashed a dazzling smile, gestured to the table and asked “Bacon?”
“Did he just say bacon?”
“Uh, yes. Yes he did” (laughing)
What could I do? I handed over the last two pieces and watched him toddle off chomping on bacon. If there was ever any doubt as to his parentage, that pretty much cleared it up. Seconds later my older two came dashing into the room begging for bacon.
“Sorry Levi got the last of it”
“NOOOOO FAIIIIIIIIIIR” they wailed in unison.
What little funny things have your kids done that just screamed “YOU ARE OF MY FLESH”
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