Benedito Goncalo Cruz Taylor-Pereira
"Daniele, a comida deve ir à boca e não à parede." I chuckled at our twenty one month old who constantly flung his mashed potatoes across the kitchen. (Daniele, food is meant to go to your mouth not the wall.)
"Pai, olhar" he loudly giggled as he hopped in his seat. His big raven curly hair moved with him making his head look ten times bigger. (Pai, look!)
Boot Daniele Taylor-Pereira was everything like Bobby. He was cheeky and mischievous with the roundest cheeks, little dimple in each and already a gap in his two growing front teeth matching Danilos. He had the cheeky personality of his Pa and already a deep obsession with horses.
Deciding that he was not in the mood to eat his mashed potatoes I took the plate from him then placed him in his play corner. He shakily stood to his feet and took a few violent steps before plopping down on the floor with a loud laugh. Even when he fell he seemed to be the happiest alive.
