Food for Thought
Henry is right-handed. He holds his crayons with his right hand, throws things with his right hand, and picks his nose with his pointer finger of his right hand. The only thing he doesn’t do with his right hand is shovel food into his face.
Of late, he’s been very unhappy with anyone else feeding him (or even deign to help him), and he has to do it all by himself. This he announces by yelling “Self! Self!” (This, in itself, is strange, because he’s regularly speaking in 3 or 4 word sentences. Except when he wants to do something on his own. Then it’s just “no”s and “self”s.) He’s also started drinking out of a cup when he eats his meals. (“Cup! Cuppy! Cup!”)
As much as he likes feeding himself and drinking out of an uncovered cup, it tends to get on the messy side. Food drops off his fork. It tumbles off his spoon. Milk pours out of his mouth. And all of it falls onto his bib, his shirt, and his lap. When feeding him particularly messy stuff (spaghetti, soup, etc.), we’ve started to take his shirt and pants off first.
That’s classy, my friends.
Class is when your son is sitting in his high-chair, his hair a flowing mullet, wearing diapers and a bib, with food spilling out of his mouth and all over his person.
Of course, he is using a fork, so it’s all for the sake of growing up.
June 9th, 2010 at 7:24 am
If you get a dog, Henry would be perfectly clean at the end of each meal. The floor would also be clean.
June 9th, 2010 at 11:19 am
Rumor has it that my sister-in-law put her kids naked in the bathtub at meal time.