I said I was never going to be one of those mommies who ate scraps off their kids' trays, but I'm going to have to put a small caveat on that statement after this morning.
When one of your sweet sons picks up a tiny bite of toast and not only offers it to you, but wants to feed it to you AND when you know how much that same son loves his toast bits and that parting with one of them means less for him but he wants you to have it anyway, you do the only thing you can do: you let him feed it to you while your heart explodes and then melts into a little gooey mess.
Best toast I ever had. Thank you Nate.
- L.
that's funny
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