Lately I've been trying to generate some excitement for trips to the grocery store by letting Raisin pick out a treat for the babysitter. So far, each time he has picked out a donut with sprinkles.
When Hillary arrives, he charges to the front door to proudly present her treat. And somehow he manages to convince her that he needs just a "little piece" of the donut. I try to explain that we bought it for Hillary and that's not polite to be mooching bites before she even puts her stuff down. But before I can, he's in his high chair wolfing down a chunk of donut searching for any "teeny tiny sprinkles" that may have escaped.
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