We spent Thanksgiving in Orlando at aunt Anne and uncle Butch's place, like last year. We had a wonderful time with the Flinns, aunt Theresa, aunt Lucky and Kevin, and in the end everyone thanked us for bringing Nikolas along--he was the life of the party! He was constantly running around the house, playing with cars and balls and trying to sneak out to the pool area that was strictly forbidden. In his room he figured out how to turn on the TV and even found the 'play' button for the DVD player to watch Bambi. And of course he chatted with everyone. The usual Thanksgiving meal didn't appeal to him too much until ice cream appeared--then he stuffed himself beyond belief.
On the drive back, Robb sang him a song and when it was over Nikolas said, 'Good job, daddy.' He is a comedy... A few days later, after he had fun feeding me some apples and cheese from his tray that he didn't want anymore, he said, 'Good job, mommy'!
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