At 6:09am, Todd came into the bedroom holding Cooper. The two of them collapsed on the bed, and as soon as Todd's head hit the pillow, bellowing from his cargo began echoing through the room. All Cooper could muster was a wailing and pitiful, "Daaaaaddddaaaaaaaa!!!" After ruling out injury, diaper and the likes, it occurred to me that last night, Cooper hadn't eaten much dinner (we'd had company over and he was totally distracted). As soon as Todd asked him if he wanted to go get food, Coop sat straight up, pointed to the door and emphatically blurted, "Daaddaa, milk!!!"
Once fed, he was much more pleasant. The kid may look like his dad, but he has his mom's priorities on food!
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