How to raise an adventuorus eater.

Memere and I were eating dinner last night, and the boy was fussy, so I sat him down on my lap. Suddenly he was very content. I congratulated myself on my excellent mothering instincts and the clear evidence of baby's secure attachment. Dr. Sears, eat my dust. Then I notice Memere giggling and reaching for her camera.




Tomorrow night, we're serving counter top for dessert.