On Saturday, the boys woke up to Valentines and heart shaped pancakes (and I woke up to roses). While Peter napped that morning, Henry and John baked cupcakes. They are not easily persuaded to try new things, so no one was willing to lick the bowl. Joke's on them. They didn't have any problem eating the frosting or sprinkles though. At one point, John offered to lick Henry's hand clean of frosting. And then asked for, "just one more bite?"
For dinner we enjoyed our thirteenth Valentine's Day at Cracker Barrel. It was Peter's first time, and he was a natural born biscuit eater. Henry enjoyed his biscuit, too. But coming in first place, with three biscuits consumed, and still your champion, John.























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