Swensen dinner

He doesn't want to have dinner at swensen because there's nothing nice to eat, we actually wanted to go cafe cartel but the queue was awfully long, after my insist, we ended up at swensen, at least I have my ice cream.

A triumphant cry is all he needs to do to get what he wants, I rather I give in than to let him make a nuisance in the public

Isn't both of them identical, like father like son, the dual who always bully me

Fried mushroom

Boy's breaded chicken & Dylan's omelette meal

My brownie with butterscotch ice cream and his gold rush

'Good good'

Happy noisy father and son