When I was a child, my father never ordered food when we were at a restaurant. It seemed silly to him to waste the money as my sister and I never finished our food and he'd eat what we didn't. When I turned 13 or 14, this strategy stopped working. I hit puberty and I'd finish my food and my sisters before my father had a chance.
Alas, I will not have that chance as Sam shows little signs that he will leave a meal unfinished. Last night, he ate a hot dog and a container of applesauce for dinner. He had two pieces of chocolate for desert. Then he said/signed/made clear by pushing on the table that he was done. You'd think he was done eating. Alas, no!
I got him down and he made a beeline for the pantry and started snacking. He finished off some Chex Mix, ate a few bites of a previously unfinished granola bar, ate a hamentashim and whined when we I took him away from the pantry so I could get him in the bath. Once the bath was over and I'd gotten him dressed, he went back to the pantry and had some puffs. The boy can eat.
- BRN
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