It's Me, Sara Louise

You know how I’m always going on about The Husband’s insatiable appetite for food (usually for icky things like raw beef, tongue, and brains) and refer to him as Food Whore like here, here, here, and here? 

Well, here’s my little food whore at the beginning…

… two years old, clutching a croissant in one hand and a linzer tart in the other with powdered sugar smeared all over his nose. Clearly, he was born this way.

greedy, adorable, sweetness.