buffet

Dylan,

We took you out to Fresh Choice for dinner tonight for the first time. Yes, you made a considerable mess on the floor for someone else to clean up. You also ate like a champ. Mom put a whole mess of things out on the tray for you to sample and you just grabbed one indiscriminate handful after another and shoved it toward the back of your throat.

You ate Jello (Mom didn't take into account how much you like to sqeeeeze your food to make sure it doesn't get away!) You munched on a long piece of honeydew melon. When it got down to about an inch and a half it disappeared. I found it a little later resting on your far shoulder.

The real stunner of the night was the bread stick. We had given you the last little piece of mine and after a couple of funny looks, you took to it. It seemed a perfect food for you to learn how to use those teeth of yours. Mom picked up a new one so you could have a little more. I joked about you eating the entire thing. Oh, what a ridiculous notion that was, ha ha ha. Not. We kept feeding you other things --like meatballs-- as you finished off section after section of breadstick. You ate everything but the little bit that fell on the floor.

Someday when we're visiting Uncle Charlie, he and I will regale you with stories of all-you-can-eat buffets from our youth.

Dad