A Hungry Toddler is a Begging Toddler

It’s Sunday night. As always, we’re having dinner at the in-laws’ house. Usually, our hungry toddler feeds himself from the confines of his high chair… But tonight was a little different.

We were having lasagna, and Norton had already indicated that he was “done” when we were having the salad. Plus, letting Norton feed himself lasagna seemed like a disaster that was best averted.

Instead, Norton stood on the chair next to me while I fed him lasagna. He tried so hard to get his cousin to feed him, too… Picture a hungry toddler standing next to an exceptionally tall teenager with his mouth opened while the teen shovels lasagna in his own mouth at a furious pace.

I think Norton ate more of my lasagna than I did. The three berry trifle was eaten in… Well, shifts, I guess, as we decided that we’d have dessert. I ate mine alone, then the husband decided to have some on the couch. Our hungry toddler climbed up on his dad’s lap for bites. As the husband finished up his trifle, my father-in-law Red got his.

Red figured that he’d timed it right and would be able to eat dessert unassisted. When Red sat down, my husband finished the trifle he was sharing with Norton. Norton looked in the empty bowl and said, “All done. Bye bye!”. He jumped out of his Dad’s lap and charged off to share with his Grumpy.

So much for a peaceful dessert.


About Suzi

Suzi is an American ex-pat living in British Columbia. She's a cloth diaper addict, wife, mom of three, and President of the Prince George chapter of Cloth for a Cause.

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