Max has learned to appreciate all sorts of different food. When he was still a ward of the State, an older boy regaled him of a group home where meals consisted of cereal, Pop-tarts, and frozen TV dinners because the caretaker had no idea how to cook. That could've been exaggerated, though.
And the extra dance lessons really consist of one other class; tap and jazz have some overlap, so it's a "mixed" subject.
Steve is Albert's husband! My hubby is Morgan!
Max has been doing well with ballet, and he's added a jazz/tap dance class to his schedule. He's excited for his birthday on Tuesday, though we'll be having the celebration indoors; the snow is stubbornly clinging to us here in Michigan.
For his birthday dinner, Max requested Detroit-style pizza and buffalo chicken wings. Some of Max's friends will be staying for dinner, so I'll also be serving an antipasto salad bar; the dessert will be Tiramisu.
Same, but the temperature keeps fluctuating between warm and cold. First, everything melts, then it's covered in snow again. Then it melts, and gets yet another blanket of snow.