Check out the baleful stare... anyone who's related to me will remember Binna's comments about not talking to her in the morning before her second cup of coffee. I think those genes may have been passed down?
Here's the back story... on mornings when Grammie and Pop watch the boy, we normally wait until we get to their apartment for breakfast. However, yesterday morning my gimlet-eyed baby spotted me packing the diaper bag and, stretching himself to his full 20-something inches of height, raised his arm above his head, pointed to the kitchen and indignantly demanded a "bobble" of "muk."
And, after all, he's the boss.
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