The other day I was trying to get a few things done, so I had Tripp in his portable high chair eating a snack. When I left him for just a few minutes I could hear him grunting and getting mad. I asked Garrett to go and give his brother two or three goldfish, and that I would be back in there in just a little bit. Garrett left, and then I heard Tripp clapping, and saying, “Whoa, Cool, Whoa!” When I came back in the room, Garrett had dumped an entire Sam’s bag worth of goldfish on Tripp’s tray, and Tripp was shoveling fistfuls of fish into his mouth. For those of you who know Tripp’s eating habits, this was by far the happiest day of his life…until I took all the fish away.
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