I'll take that, thanks David and I stayed with Griffin (1 year old) today for a while. Chrissy said he hadn't eaten much breakfast so he could have some watermelon while we ate our breakfast (which we brought with us. Oatmeal and strawberries for me and David just brought a banana, nosy.) We put Griffin in his high chair, which was an accomplishment I tell you. Why do they have to make those things so complicated? We were trying to get the tray into place and Griffin was getting mad because he was probably thinking, "mommy knows how to do this! Why don't you!? Just GIVE ME SOME FOOD, WOMAN!" We finally got it to stay on, whew. And gave him some watermelon pieces. All was fantastic until he spied David's banana. "Ugh! Ugh!" He held out his chubby little hand and wriggled his fingers until David gave him some banana. Then he giggled and stuffed it in his mouth. And then it kind of went like this: Grunting, gesturing, receiving banana, giggling, stuffing said banana in mouth. Then he saw what I was eating. And commence grunting, gesturing, receiving strawberries, stuffing said strawberries in mouth. Then David gave him some banana bread, which he also scarfed down. It reminded me of something I did when I was little. I was maybe 4. I hope I wasn't any older than that because that would just be rude. So we'll go with 4. Or maybe 3! There, that's better. I think I remember this, but I might just remember being told about it. In which case, I'd feel a little better because if I was old enough to remember this, then I was certainly old enough to know better. Yeah, yeah. Just hold your horses. I'm getting there... My mom stopped at this little store and went inside, leaving me in the car. Meanwhile, a man came out of the story with candy bars. If I saw them, he probably didn't have them in a bag. (I'm a genius, ain't I?) I apparently wanted a candy bar because I rolled the window down far enough to hold out my hand while the guy walked by. Please mister! Only I don't think I said a word to him. And guess what happened? He gave me one! I don't know what it was, but mom says that I opened it, took a bite, decided I didn't like it, and then tossed it out the window. If that guy saw me do that, I hope he wasn't mad. I think if it'd happened to me, I would have lost it -- with laughter, that is. I'm sure he remembers it and probably still tells the story. Glad to be of service, mister. And belated thanks for the (apparently nutty) candy bar. You see, I've never really liked nuts in stuff.