so Oliver, his Dad, his Dad's girlfriend came over for dinner. we owed O a fajita dinner for watering our plants this past summer (yeah i know its january, but better late than never right?):

Oliver's tortillas look like a Rorschach (had to look up how to spell that)

Darilyn (not sure where the y goes) and Jerry.

There was a little tiny mini tortilla and despite the fact that oliver said that he was full, he over filled it and shoved it in his face anyways...it's just a thin mint...good thing he didnt explode! we're still waiting to see if that can happen.
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