Sunday morning breakfast.... Owen wanted French Toast.
10 slices, to be exact. Not 9, not 11. Must be 10. He's got a thing with the number 10 lately. The picture above he's counting them, making sure there's 10. The picture below he's absolutely thrilled that he got 10 slices of french toast. LOL! He ate 7 of the 10.... growing boy!
And playing at a park.
"Look mom... I can skate!" He was loving it. He took a LOT of spills, but never cried at all. Just jumped back up and tried again.
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Daaaaaaaaaaang, apparently his feeding clinic is working because that's a whole lot of french toast. :lol:
And eek, sorry about your car. But yeah, thank goodness a kid wasn't there. But still, poor car too.
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