This dinner was not a hit. Definitely not. Henry ate the chicken but didn’t care for the texture of the sweet potatoes or the red peppers. No way to the brussel sprouts. It all tasted good to Dave and me.
Here’s an interesting article my friend Sarah sent me.
We had a great time this evening tossing the football in the front yard after our walk. Well, Dave and I walked. Henry had a leisurely ride in the stroller asking for sticks and watching his parents fetch new ones for him.
Clap for me all ye people.