And you thought you had too many mouths to feed.
I don’t understand why I cannot get four kids to eat breakfast like this. Breakfast in the Turley house is a cross between feeding time on the Serengeti and the Roman games.
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I am going through the fun eating time with my 9 month old grandson who loves to bang on his tray and is just getting the hang of flinging the Cheerios across the room! Prof. Turley, your feeding situation is no different from my house when my kids were young. Sometimes it was a race and sometimes it was like pulling teeth to get them to eat.
Buddha,
I guess not much has changed all that much, huh? LOL. Flinger, fingers in the light socket, bobby pins in the electrical outlets, testing patients, limits, excesses, largeness. Oh that was or maybe still is me. Not sure.
AY,
No. I was a “flinger”. One spoon in the mouth, one for the wall. I like to think of it as free form experimental physics. I did burn my hand once on a hot stove, but I was shortly thereafter taught about electricity and gas. They could tell early on I was an experimenter so my parents took a safety first agenda.
Buddha,
Somehow or another I do not doubt those words. Did you as well stick bobby pins in electrical outlets as well?
Stel,
Good luck and may I suggest a clothes pin as well if you are going to change diapers.
Stel,
My mother swears by plastic sheeting. She said after repainting the kitchen twice, she decided it was cheaper to keep a roll of that around for meal time. Good luck to you, sir.
Bravo Stel. May I suggest a haz-mat suit too.
Our little girl is ready to start solids. I’ve invested in a face guard and a catcher’s mitt, but I’m not sure it’s going to be enough.