Good fortune.

We had Thai take-out last night for dinner which comes with fortune cookies. We always save them for Max who is excited to open them and find the fortune. The usual platitude that's included doesn't mean anything to him, but still he wants to hear it over and over again. While not a healthy, complete breakfast, fortune cookies provide a nice crunchy snack for the car ride to the babysitter.

Esme ate three slices of italian bread yesterday at Carolines. Apparently she sucks and gums the bread until it dissolves and she can eat it. I'm sure fortune cookies are not far into her future...

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