This morning at breakfast Mason reminded me that like his brother he has his own little games. I handed him a piece of banana bread and he quickly tore it into pieces (think deacons preparing sacrament, angrily) then used the pieces to play cars racing.
After a few laps (mind you he makes the little zooming noise) he would shove the car/piece of bread into his mouth. Then pick up another piece and start zooming that around the kitchen counter speedway. It is no wonder I have to sweep so many times a day.
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