Admittedly, Amy makes a mean platter of chicken wings. And last night's batch was particularly perfect in its seasoning and tenderness.
Still, the amount that Aaron consumed at dinner was just ridiculous. Note the massive pile of bones he left in his wake. And for those of you Taiwanese out there, you may also recognize a half-eaten bowl of sticky rice in the mix, too.
Amy is legitimately worried about having enough time and money to feed this boy when he really hits his growth spurt. I had more immediate concerns: I needed every ounce of energy to haul our big boy up two flights of stairs to his bedroom that evening.
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