Okay last night we went to taffy's for pizza. you would NOT eat. you can't sit still in restaurants. Thankfully this is a family place, so you could run around. I have decided that if you aren't going to eat when you are out, you are not going to eat when you get home.
Time to play the tough guy, so you eat when there is food available. sheesh. I hate discipline.
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I have to keep a journal for the young-un, and since I am NO good at doing it on paper, here goes.
About the son
This is about and for my son. I want to be able to keep track of all the cute things he says, like he calls candy canes, candy bones. Or when he says he doesn't like something, he says, "I can't want it". And he says, "good idea." you know, stuff like that.
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