The mountains & the lake, people & places, children & chickens, frescoes & felines, barbera & books.
Was reading Bats left throws right, hit the next blog button and for once was rewarded. The Mussolini calender got me reading, but the Mathilda story earned the bookmark. You have a new fan.Oh, and I'm in the "let the kid eat when he wants" camp. As you say, he must be hungry...so he has his own inscrutable not-yet-four reasons for passing up the chow. I have a sister who managed to thrive on a diet of nothing but cream cheese and jelly (jam) on raisin bread sandwiches for six months when she wasn't much older. Bit of a foodie now.
Hey Brokenax - thanks for this - you really made my Sunday!
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