A different spoon
Iain didn't eat much of his lunch today ... tired! So must have gone to bed a little hungry. Didn't seem too distressed about it when he woke after his sleep. However, he certainly let me know this evening when we placed his plate in front of him.
It was Quiche Lorraine (a favourite, albeit, out of the box). The sliver of an eighth of the pie almost disappeared before I'd actually sat down. He demanded more from my plate, gesturing quite pointedly towards my mouth when my fork entered my mouth. I graciously supplied him a similar portion from mine, which he consumed in short order.
Ewen, meanwhile, had decided he didn't like the food. And, when I tried to encourage Iain to eat some of his broccoli and potato in addition to the quiche, Ewen vehemently corrected my use of the word, "Broccoli". They are, "little trees". Iain was oblivious to the correction. He was digging into the quiche Ewen didn't want. And he polished the lot off too.
Next came the yoghurt, at the mention of which Iain smiled expectantly. While he was busily spooning the mixture into his mouth, Ewen pushed a couple of matchbox cars across the table within reach of Iain.
"Hmm!" thought Iain. Picked one up, and promptly dunked it into the yoghurt. Clare exclaimed, "Oh! Iain! Don't eat the yoghurt off the car!!" Too late! It was in his mouth and he was quite chuffed about it. Both Clare and myself had to turn away in a vain attempt to stifle a giggle. Meanwhile, Ewen was also trying to tell Iain not to eat the car. Iain continued to use this new "spoon" until he finished the yoghurt. A rather cheerful evening.
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