A huge breakfast at a diner (that included a strawberry milkshake-clearly the grandparents were in control), long day at the beach, hot dog and ice cream (with sprinkles, obviously), bath, clean PJs, ‘special chair’ with the softest blanket in the world and the movie An American Tale…every once in awhile I really do wish I could switch back from the parental role to the child role. Do you think he gets just how stinking good his life is?
