Christian’s onto me.

It’s tiring to try to stay a step ahead of an overly observant little man.

He wouldn’t eat his “spiked” toast last night.

This morning, he refused to acknowledge that it existed.

[Sigh.]

However, apparently vanilla (rice) ice cream sounded like an ideal breakfast food to him, so a spoonful of that dusted with Catapres served as breakfast.

Not really my first choice, but he’s taking it, so I’m not going to put up too much of a stink for who knows how long this will work…

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