We were all sitting around the dinner table last night eating. That is except for Brecken. He sat in his seat chatting and giggling and doing everything except for eating his fajita nicely rolled up on his plate untouched.
He looks up at me and giggling says, "Mom, I'm driving you crazy!"
Yes child, yes you are- I thought but couldn't help laughing. After another hour Branson got him to eat half of his tiny little fajita.
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