Last night Peter and Travis got back from running errands around 5:30pm -- which also happens to be our usual dinner time. I guess he's pretty set in his schedule since he ran in the door and immediately yelled to me: "Momma, did you eat dinner already?"
I told him no. By that point he had rounded the corner, moving towards the table, when he pulls up short and clearly perplexed, demands "Well, why isn't the table set?"
I promise I'm not raising a misogynist. Just a constantly hungry boy.
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