A while ago, Ronan was ready to eat his dinner. I was busy in the kitchen so I asked him to get his own fork. He looked in the cutlery drawer but all the forks were in the dishwasher. He did find one though...a serving fork.



And no, Collin and I did not have scrambled eggs and sausage for dinner - the boys did because they love it, but Collin and I ate after they went to bed. Don't think that I serve that to my husband!
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