Finny and Papa Pete
The old glasses in the eye trick sent Finley into spasms of giggles. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree because her mother used to crack up every time Peter did this for her at the dinner table. Generational fun.
Scraping the bowl
One afternoon I had Finley over so we could make brownies together. She really got into it; she poured all of the dry ingredients, put the egg in and did some mixing too!
Licking the spoon
Looking at this photo brings back memories of my own childhood. I remember getting to lick the spoon or beaters after my mother made cookies or a cake. More generational fun!
"I have to take this call"
I took Finley to Starbucks and she took my blackberry. We often go together to Starbucks where it’s chocolate milk for her and a grandé Americano for me.
Let's Pick Another One to Read
Finley loves her books–she reads to herself, has her favorites and of course loves to be read to by Papa Pete.
Bill Ding and his band of clowns are the security patrol for this blog site. He is a favorite toy from the 50*s. By the way sometimes a blog is just an ego-maniacal stream of conscience.
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