The second night of the Red Velvet Cake (good things are meant to be savored), Patrick returned to the kitchen wondering about dessert (i.e., the Red Velvet Cake). I told him he good have one bite, albeit a big bite. His big bite was the size of a cupcake, smart boy. As he returned to cake to the refrigerator, this is what he told us, "When I'm a teenager I can get into my car and drive to the store to get my own Red Velvet Cake."
Other "when I am a teenager" proclamations have included planning and cooking meals, putting extra garlic on food and purchasing various food items.
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