Every night at dinner, Miles pitches a fit. Tonight he got peanut butter sandwiches and sweet potato fries. He had no problem with the peanut butter sandwich.
Out of the blue, he points up at the ceiling fan. I fall for it. I look up. When I look down, I see him spitting his sweet potato fries out at the dogs – which they completely enjoyed.
1 comment:
HA! Miles cracks me up!
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