Let me backtrack a little. As you know you're a regular on the Saturday morning breakfast run with me - have been since the day we brought you home from the hospital.
Last week when we got home mom asked how you ate. I said you did great including the toast with "red dippy do" and "yellow dippy do."
I think mom may have threw up in her mouth a little after i told her that.
"Gross! She dipped her toast in ketchup and mustard?!" Mom asked.
"Sure did, refused to eat it without it" I replied.
"That's disgusting" said your mom.
I agree, but hey, you ate it not us and if that's how you enjoy your toast, so be it.
Fast forward a week.
We met Grandpa Bernie and Keith at B&K like we always do and when the food came I cut up a piece of toast for you and within seconds you tried to reach across the table and asked for "red, yellow dippy do?"
So last week wasn't a fluke.
Of course, I had to get a pic or two for mom to show her I wasn't making this up.
Kinda making my stomach turn as I write this ... how about yours as you read it?
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