So, general rules at the table is no toys — if my father-in-law’s around.
And he isn’t.
So yesterday, K brought some two transformers to dinner. After the meal, he asked Ate N to hold them for him as he was preparing to go back to the room.
I said, “K, you brought them him, you should carry them back yourself.”
He sidles up to me and says (real smooth), “But mom, I want to hold your hand.”
We’re dead when he’s dating age.