Sunday, December 18, 2011


Greyson is always worried that the food we give him is too hot. He always wants us to blow on whatever it is to cool it off.

This morning I was making chocolate milk for him and he wouldn't drink it saying it was too hot. I told him it wasn't too hot that it was perfect.

Without missing a beat Harrison said "dad, I'm perfect"

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