Bumby said his first word last night, and of course, it was a demand for food. Specifically, that delicious but constipating food known as a banana. Or, more specifically, “anana.”
This after he has already eaten all the chicken, beans and corn out of my chili, a plate of leftover spaghetti, two crackers, and 5 grapes.
A child after my own heart. We gave him the banana, of course.