Light streams through the window as we sit down for breakfast together. Baby b. happily perched on his booster seat like a big boy next to me with my steaming mug of coffee. He eats his waffles, chattering happily.
“HOT” he says frequently, pointing at my coffee.
“Woof!” he exclaims when he hears our neighbor’s dog barking.
“More? More?” he points at the counter.
“What do you want more of?” I ask him. “You still have waffles.”
“More nandy? More nandy?” He points at the syrup bottle.
No wonder he loves waffles so much. He thinks he’s getting candy for breakfast! (Which, in a way, I suppose he is!)
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