A few days ago I wrote about our trip to the Tokyo Steak House. Apparently Wesley was more taken than I realized. Since that day he has been reenacting many portions of that dinner around our house. He is doing things like: Moving bowls around the counter using a spatula. Mimicing the way we were served our fried rice. And his favorite thing is to toss frozen corn (his preferred variety) at us so we can catch it in our mouth. At the restaurant the chef tossed up first broccolli (which I refused) and then shrimp after shrimp after shrimp (which Amber refused). At least the corn is less messy.
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