It's just the type of company in the kitchen I was waiting for....another one banging on the oven door and whining from sheer starvation.
"There has gotta' be a way to crank this baby up."
And then, he has the nerve to look at the food I have served him like this:
A courtesy bite:
And then, the picture just before the throw.
Bowl and food everywhere.
"Here Koby, come and get it. "
Can you imagine the attitude that will come with this guy when he's seventeen, tired, and grumpy because he didn't get the girl and he has to weed the garden.
Can't wait.
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