Cole has become like his Aunt Veronica (pre-baby) where the pace at which he eats is slower than slow. He eats so slow that Mr. W. and I wanted to fall asleep at the table last night while we watched him finish his hot dog. If we hadn't been at a restaurant, we probably would have. Instead, right before our heads might have hit the table, Mr. W. said, "We're leaving. You can take that with us and finish it in the car." It was humorous to be sitting, completely done with our meals, watching Cole, slow and steady, bite after slow bite eat this hot dog that even after 45 minutes, he hadn't been able to finish.
The same thing happened at breakfast yesterday with Grandma. We were both finished with our meals and Cole was still slowly munching on his french toast and sausage. I thought he might never finish. And the same thing happened...I finially said it was time to go but Cole wanted to take his syrup cover saugage with us. That was a BIG NO. We finally made it out.
He sure is cute though.
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