Mason thinks your food is his food. Every time we eat he will stare you
down with his puppy dog, "I am starving" eyes. He gets bites of some
stuff like mashed potatoes but most often he gets his feelings hurt when
we do not share. This time he lucked out with a popsicle. He made a
mess but he enjoyed it.
We are trying to expand Mason's vocabulary. Unfortunately, he is fine just the way it it.
This morning Mason ate his Wheaties and was in a really good mood. Every
time I asked him a question he would respond with laughter. One day he
will answer me back. I am excited for that day and dreading it at the
same time.
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