Davin loves “bizanya.” We don’t have it in us to tell him it starts with a “la-“. He got to help cook this morning. And by help, I mean come put his tummy on my knees and cry at me right when I needed to stir up some simmering sausage. Well, I took this adorable picture of him strapped into a chair playing with an extra lasagna noodle, so let’s all pretend I handled the whole situation gracefully. 😉