Tate has an obsession with spoons. Or basically anything that looks like a staph, hence the name King Tate. He always has to carry one around. His spoon of choice is my white plastic cooking spoon. The first thing he does every morning is go to the drawer in the kitchen to get his spoon, unless I can't get it away from him the night before. Lately he has been sleeping with his spoon. I'm not sure where this all came from, but it does make it easier to tell the two apart. Just look for the spoon.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment