Nanny made an ice cream cone, and of course Dec wanted one. Instead of making one for him, she just handed over hers. Now that is someone who loves her great-grandchild.
Our pre-pool snack wouldn't be complete without all those faces to entertain Mike and I.
Aunt Meag snapped this moment :: when our hands are full, we just stick the cheese in our mouth.
He must know I'm pregnant ... he has already started the regression phase, going back to his toe-eating days.
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