burger boy

Kenny's first hamburger. I am but so proud.

Last weekend, Kenny announced on Sunday that he wanted a "hamburger outside" for dinner. Mr. Man happily (albeit slowly) consumed his first burger al fresco while Chloe slept peacefully in her carrier.

I even introduced Kenny to one of Grandpa Alan's favorite dining tactics from my childhood: "Tax." Grandpa used to reach over to my plate and steal a fry (or three), while absolving himself of any wrongdoing by declaring that it was a "tax" on the meal he provided. Which is pretty funny, since Grandpa is usually against taxes of any kind.