Not even 2 yet, and he’s already trying to fool me with his trickery.
Kendall and I had a date tonight where we shared a cheeseburger, fries and a chocolate milkshake. None of it organic. None of it healthy. All of it delicious. We both left with the buttons of our pants undone, and even still, I had to unzip his pants a bit before I buckled him into the carseat.
Kendall is 22.5 months old, and probably gained a pound or two tonight.