Clyde and Stout turned 3 on August 12th. Since we really don’t know Stout’s birthday, he adopted Clyde’s birthday. They both got to sit at the dinner table. Clyde remembered and immediately climbed up in the chair (having a better memory and done this twice before.) Stout could not believe he was supposed to get up on the chair, but he quickly caught the hang of eating at the table.
What are they eating?
The boys’ birthday meal was chunks of chicken, topped with shredded lettuce (because Clyde likes salad), and sprinkled with sliced bananas. Clyde cleaned his plate. I don’t know how he did it, but Stout ate around his shredded lettuce. Clyde was happy to eat Stout’s leftovers.