When the French toast hit the table for brunch this morning, topped with toasted almonds and raspberries and blueberries, Jack's breathing quickened and became an audible pant, which he interspersed with small, excited yelps. For blueberries (clearly, b/c raspberries are not allowed yet). So Daddy quickly peeled some and in they went. Instant joy (interspersed with puckering).
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