I was standing just a few feet away, when I heard Quinn ask his father this...
Quinn: "Dad, what's for breakfast?"
OHHHH, blessed boy!!! I asked him to say it again. And again. And again. No "Mom Mom Mom Mom I'm HUUUUNNNNGGGGRRRRYYY."
It's a good day.
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