"Walk Like a Man, Talk Like a Man, Walk Like a Man My Son"…

Peanut and I stopped today at a local restaurant for a bite of lunch while out doing some Christmas shopping and Georgia run-off election voting – you know, typical Tuesday activities. He insisted on sitting in the big boy seat – no high chair, no booster – and was actually doing a commendable job of sitting still and not bouncing off the walls. I was enjoying my chicken pesto sandwich in relative peace.

Suddenly, peanut announces to me:

“I eat like a man.”

Considering he was eating with his fingers, had tomato sauce all over his mouth and was licking his fingers instead of using his napkin, I couldn’t argue. The only thing missing was a huge burp.

He did that once we were in the car.

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