Petit Gourmand

The kid helped me make chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. Then he invented his new delicacy: chocolate chip pancakes with peanut butter and jelly on top. Does this mean we are good parents or bad ones?

In a moment of sweet fatherhood tonight, the boys were content to play rather quietly on their own for a few minutes. While I laid on the couch, the baby laid contentedly on the floor, rolling around a bit and playing with a few toys with no fussing. The kid was content to quietly prepare some food and deliver it to me to be eaten. As I worked on the computer, my chest began to be piled with plastic foodstuffs. But I didn't mind, because we were all happy, all calm, all quiet, and because nothing quite beats a mustard, lettuce, potato chip sandwich on a hot dog bun.