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| Is he going golfing or going to deliver newspapers in the 1930s? |
Yesterday morning, I placed buddy in his high chair and went to prepare his usual breakfast of raisin toast. But then he spoke one of the most crystal-clear sentences I have heard him utter to date: "I want eggs." So, I did what any other proud, enamored mama would have done; I whipped my buddy up some scrambled eggs.