
On the way home from work/daycare today, I asked Alistair what he wanted for dinner. "Pancakes!" he shouts. "Teeny, tiny pancakes," he added with a squeaky voice and making small gestures with his fingers. So, Colin made Alistair a bunch of small pancakes. We sit down for dinner, and what does Alistair do? Grab the biggest pancake of course. He gave a couple of the small ones to Colin. "You eat these Daddy."
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