We took Leo out to a local hotspot for a high-risk dinner date with Oma. We arrived at 5pm sharp (yes, we're those people) in the hopes that he could hang in there 'till 6:30, his normal bedtime. It pretty much worked out to the "t", which felt like quite the accomplishment.
Here he's saying "So you're really trying to tell me that's better than milk?"
"Dad, this eggplant is lovely and all, but I'm really after that prosecco of yours."
"Yeah, not impressed..."
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