And while Thomas is at work earning some of the spendable bread, I’m usually the one who bringing home the literal stuff. Lately, my bakery trips have gotten a bit easier as I’ve graduated from wide-eyed pointing to full-sentence requests. And just yesterday, I even worked up the courage to ask what in an unfamiliar bun. OK, so I didn’t fully understand the response, but it was a start, right?
The other day, Thomas went out on his own edible expedition and came home with several delicious baked goods wrapped in some curiously designed paper:
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Oh, and yes, the cake was delicious!