Now that I am eating "real food," I thought I'd give cooking a try. Mommy is always doing it, so I figured I would help her out. Thankfully, she has this handy lobster pot that is just my size. I can gum it to death or pat it like a drum. Either way, it's a lot of fun. Cooking isn't the only thing I like to do by myself. I have become quite fond of feeding myself, for example. If there is a spoon around, I'm going to try to pry it out of mommy or daddy's hand and use my own hand to put it in my mouth. It makes eating time really messy, but that's what being a boy is all about, right?
Mr. T, don't worry about making a mess, boy's aren't messy, girls are just to clean. Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. I had dinner with your Grandparents this weekend and your Papa Cecil and I had a great time making a mess with Ribs from the Long Horn Steak House. When you get a few more teeth we will take you with us, you will really like those puppies. Tell your Mom and Dad hello and tell your Dad we look forward to our next golf outting. Uncle Bud. P.S. Hunting season starts on (-9-09-06) so hurry up and grow into that camo.
ReplyDeleteHey T,
ReplyDeleteGlad you're using the trick I taught you on your brief visit to Atlanta. Are you just grabbing directly or using my patented "loopty loop" where you smile and laugh (throwing them for a loop) as they're coming in and then throw your hand up at the last minute for the attack?
One more trick I forgot to tell you--"razz" your mom while you're eating sweet potatoes.
MacMan