Quinn balanced himself between the couch and the living room table, he would pick the hotel phone up and say, "hi" and then hand the phone to me or Joey to talk. One of the mornings I made him oatmeal but I dropped the hot glass bowl and broke it, so I said, forget it, and gave him a donut for breakfast-he loved that!
On one of the nights we had a cheesy pasta with our dinner and Quinn loved it so much that he took a handful of it and shoved it in his mouth-no manners for him right now.
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