Now that Fletcher is 27 months old, he has no time for silly shenanigans like jumping off the chair or throwing G-doll on the floor. Instead, he and G (in their almost-matching sweaters), sit down for some quiet reading.
I came back five minutes later and he was still reading. Aww! A kid this cute and sweet deserves a really adorable cupcake...
...followed by more inhaling, some semi-effective puffing, and some help from Dada.
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