Sennet tried honey for the first time a few weeks ago and he loved it so much he said hunney right away. Imagine a southern woman with a long drawl saying bless your heart ain’t you just sweet as hunney- that is how Sennet says it.

This morning I made stuffed french toast with syrup.  He doesnt say syrup yet and doesn’t seem to make a distinction between the thick, sweet, golden, sticky stuff that gets poured onto his plate.  So for now, syrup is hunney and he was asking for more and more hunney this morning.