When one tastes that fruit that bathes their tongue in decadence, ones own wants oft causeth them to partake again, and deeper, each time
Last week you saw Ezra at the fish 'n chip joint by the water front, this week I can present Henry from that very same day.
Sweet little angel that he is, when we'd served up the various squid, scallops, prawns, fish and (most importantly) chips; Ez decided that he wanted milk right there and then. Now, please understand that my children - being the engaged, interested lads that they are - generally refuse to breast feed if there is anyone else talking, moving or breathing within a twenty metre radius. This necessitated the holder of the milk (poor old Jen) removing herself from the plate of tasty treats in order to find a quiet spot up on the pier to quell the brewing storm within young Ezra.
Easy enough, one might think. The chips can wait.
Enter Henry.
Jen was barely one foot out of the door when Henry made a dash for her assorted seafood and chips. Ever the gent, I stepped in and said "no Henry, they're Mummy's chips".
Henry tried again, and I again tried to establish that they were not his chips to have, and that Jen would be back soon and would appreciate losing her tea to a toddler with seagull-like tendencies.
Well, he gave me a look that would be best described as pure, unadulterated hatred, and bellowed at me "NO, NOT Mummy's chippies, HENRY's chippies!!!" He then again attempted to dive on his mother's plate with an unbridled lust normally associated with drug addicts, perverts and members of the clergy.
I should add that sat right in front of the irate toddler was a plate full of the very same squid, scallops, prawns, fish and (most importantly) chips.
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Surprisingly, kids don't feel the same way about their father's belongings.... Or may be you could shed some light on that as well in one of your posts.
I was going to say, as I read it: "I bet the little beggar has his very own plate, right in front of him."
Eating from another's plate can appear to be somehow sweeter and more fulfilling...and yet, when you finally get hold of those chippies, you realise that they are the same as the chippies you were ignoring in front of you.
I can totally relate to this - they are always so LOUD about it...
If you ever work them out, write a book and you could retire as a multi-multi gazillionaire!
I want my copy signed!
Come on! he needs to eat from Jen's plate. The moment he does that, he feels like he is an adult and that makes him feel really good. Don't you remember all these childhood feelings :-D?
Ask Jen....