Daddy and G breakfast

Me and the G (I know that’s poor grammar, but it just sounds cute) got up and headed out this morning for a daddy and G breakfast, hopefully the first of many. This week’s destination, the Corner B. I had the Granger, and G had a chocolate chip muffin. We talked about all of life’s ponderables (what color is your favorite, what kind of animal would you like if you had your choice, how fat is our cat). It was a blast, and that kid can throw down a chocolate milk like nobody’s business.

At one point, he got hold of the iPhone and took a shot of me, too.