Who do you think would give us more trouble with a family dinner, the one-year old that can't feed himself or the two year old who has some sort of control? Yes, Our John was a bit of a pill at dinner tonight. He didn't want to sit. He didn't want to eat. He just wanted to blow out the candles. Meanwhile, Nicholas was as happy and pleasant as always.
He's a Good Seed. John isn't quite the extreme, but he's on his way. As I type this, he's at his train table playing trains. Sure, that's normal, but he has decided to do it in the nude. What's a father to do?
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