J is in the kitchen working his magic. It's leftover turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and a little gravy in the food processor. Fried up kinda like a potato pancake. Of coarse it's topped with leftover gravy too.

B sees me try a bite and asks if it's dinner. I tell him yes, but that he doesn't get any dinner tonight (TEASING). He gets a sad look on his face and walks away saying "Ok, but I want some dinner". Poor kid. I told him if he gave daddy a kiss I bet Daddy would make him dinner, so he did that. Now he's off happily playing while J finishes it up.

His complete sentences are just getting to be too much. It's a good thing we took precautions against being able to just decide to have another kid. lol