Tonight I was putting Jacob to bed and we were cuddling. He was quiet for a while and then out of the blue he says, "Nonna has good food for me at her house." After trying to figure out where his thought process came from I asked, "What kind of food?" "Chocolate milk." "What else?" "Fruit." "What other food?" "Ice cream." "Yes, Nonna does have good food at her house for you." He turned over and went to sleep. (When I told Max about this he started laughing and almost choked on and spit out his mouthwash!)
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