Guess what delicious breakfast of champions this discriminating boy is enjoying?
Well, it would be pickles and pancakes, of course. Oh Yum!
Every morning, Cal walks straight to the refrigerator and using his own form of communication (mainly grunts and fingerpointing) shows me exactly what he wants. Most mornings he points straight to the orange juice container saying "num" (which translates into yummy, I think). But no O.J. this morning, the pickle jar caught his eye and he forgot all about his juice and had to have a delicious sour pickle. Sure enough he ate it first before he touched his whole wheat pancakes, that didn't have any syrup on them I might add...can't say I blame him!
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