I went to the doctor and James was supposed to pick up Andrew. But he got caught up with work, so A went with me. He was perfect. He sat in the chair and didn't say a peep while the doctor was there. (I had gotten an insect bite that had swelled up and needed an antibiotic.)
Andrew helps me with dinner. I put him on the counter with "special" toys and he watches me run about the kitchen. I was peeling potatoes and he insisted on having one. I thought he was going to pretend cook. I was wrong. He tried it.
He spit it out, but he did LOVE them cooked and mashed. :-)
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