The Curse of the Dreaded Sushi Roll came back to bite me this morning.
Little-A and I were out with Grandad last night and we hit a little sushi bar on the way to packing up his final-final-final truckload from the Lower Mainland to Gabriola Island.
Someone was hungry.
Little-A ate four pieces of an avocado roll for dinner. He has two nubbies for front teeth, yet he managed to maow down four whole pieces, rice and all.
The drawback, of course, was that we were faced with a giant poonami this morning. Up the back, full change, bath at 0900.
These are the good times. Gooood times.
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