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How was your weekend? My dad and aunt came to visit, and Toby, who has been getting into cooking, created a breakfast menu to present to them each morning. I asked him what he wanted to name it (“Toby’s kitchen?” “Café Toby?” I suggested), but he paused for a moment and then said, “No, Mama…it will be Peter Frankies.”
We listed everything we could make with the ingredients in our fridge. It’s funny because I remember making these kinds of menus as a child, don’t you? I don’t remember anything about babyhood, but now that Toby is four, I suddenly feel like I’m reliving my own childhood: Playing restaurant games. Talking to imaginary friends. Believing steadfastly in Santa Claus. (The other night, I challenged Toby to name four people in our family. His ready answer: “Grandma, Daddy, Santa and Anton.”) And reading The Polar Express (and random books like this!) brings that childhood feeling right back, it’s crazy.
What about you? Do your kids ever give you flashbacks to your own childhood? I really love it. Hope your holiday is off to a great start! xo
P.S. Last year’s tree—the boys were so teeny!
