All I can say, like mother like son.


You'll have to ask my parents for the story behind how I fell asleep in the mashed potatoes when I was a baby. As for Mason, we were having dinner. JP and I were talking about our day and started to notice our "peanut gallery" was getting quiet. And before us, we had a front-row seat for a slow-motion melting of our son. He started out with this cup as a support and half sitting up. Then when I took the cup away, he slowly melted down to the tray. Was it wrong of us to laugh?!?!?!
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