Pretty legit way to eat breakfast. You do see, though, that Rowan can't reach his milk.
"Daddy, I tan't weach mah miwk."
"You can't, huh?"
"Tan you det it for me?"
I give him the look.
"Peez?"
So I get it for him, reinforcing the idea he has that I am his lifelong personal servant. It's cool, though, because he's a couple weeks away from moving up a room in daycare. He's headed to the Monkey Room, where they have more toilets per capita than any other room in the building. It's where shitting your pants every day becomes socially awkward for the first time. I predict by October he'll want to do everything by himself and this baby of the family mentality will get flushed.
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