Kayleigh and I have continued our coffee "dates." (See Coffee "Date") The coffee cake from Oostburg that I love so dearly is long since gone. BUT Daddy's 3 dozen Danishes are still around. Kayleigh has started calling them "Daddy's Danishes." As soon as Benjamin gets put down for his nap, she walks over to me, tugs on my pant leg and says, (Just like I do when I really want her attention). "Mommy, listen to K. Listen, Mommy." I bend down and look her in the baby blues. She says, "K eat Daddy's Danishes with Mommy?" I can't resist and here is what greets me across the table.
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