The other night I couldn't find Peter. I'd poured him a bowl of dry cereal (great dinner, eh?), and I was going to put him in his booster seat to eat. While I searched the house, he found his cereal and took it with him to eat under the slide that had a blanket draped on top. Eventually he responded to his name, and I let him finish his dinner under the slide. My cute, silly boy!
Sweet Dreams Aren’t Made of This
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