To cap off the previously-blogged-about trip to Chicago, we stopped at Enrique’s favorite Guatemalan bakery. I do have to say, he was quite modest in his selections this time and only brought out a few bags of baked deliciousness for us to enjoy. With LB missing out on his toast for the weekend, I decided some Guatemalan bread would be a nice post-lunch treat for him. Apparently so did he!! Here’s what I’m sure he was thinking during this new dining experience…
“This is a pretty big piece of bread, Mom, but I’ll give it a try.”
“Here we go!”
“Mmmmm. That’s good stuff!”
“Mom, I love this stuff! Can I have some more, please?”
“Man, that’s tasty. Delicious! Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm. What’s that you say? I have something on my lip?”
“Lemme just wipe that off! Thanks for the yummy treats, dad!”
