After the swings, we introduced Henry to the fountains at Millennium Park. It's the kind of place a plaintiff's attorney dreams about: dozens of loosely-supervised kids running on a slick surface.
Aunt Kathleen is such a great influence on the little guy. The cold brews did nothing to reduce the lovable beach ball belly:
I'm pretty sure one-fifth of that jar of peas made its way into H man's stomach:
Don't ask. It was just something we saw near Wrigley Field:
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