Today's Emerson outing to Rancho Park continued the Olympics theme begun last week. Spencer rode his "horse" for a couple of minutes before racing off to the playground to see his friends. He told Sophia, "You're my friend." She answered back, "We're friends, Spencer." Then they sealed it with a hug and a kiss. He's in a rather affectionate phase these days.
Later he shared snacks with Sophia. By snacks, I mean a pint of blueberries, a cereal bar, some crackers and a peanut butter sandwich. All this after devouring a breakfast of blueberry pancakes and eggs only two hours before. Our friends must think we never feed Spencer because as soon as he sees someone eating a snack, he's instantly hungry. It's become a running joke. He's going to eat us out of house and home by the time he's a teenager. Despite his almost constant consumption, he maintains relatively slim figure apart from his adorable toddler potbelly. Sometimes I see him pulling his pants lower to accommodate his stomach. It's funny to imagine Spencer doing the same thing as a middle-aged man.
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