I checked in on Payton and Jackson before I fed Ryne his Spaghetti. They both were doing so well, using their forks very carefully. Thinking it was ok to leave, I fed Ryne his food, gave him a bottle, and put him to bed. I knew I was in trouble when I heard the laughter coming from the dining room. But I figured by that point it was already too late to avoid a mess. I was right.
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