Hoover

Move over Dyson, little boy is in the highchair.

He's developed a huge appetite, our wee man, not surprisingly requiring vast amounts of fuel to power the motor of his go-go-go-jump-jump-climb attacking style of life.

The other night he had 5 rounds of dinner. I kid you not. We were going out for a potluck with some friends, so I fed him first to keep the grizzlewolf at bay. Dinner number one was rice and mince- he shovelled in with alarming accuracy for one who has one held a spoon for only a fraction of his life. Dinner number two was a helping of Mussel Chowder (including a suck on some garlic bread) sitting up at the table with the adults. Number three was a small piece of fresh snapper, and hot chips and sauce, on high stools up at the bench with the 5 other kids. Followed by a few of Mum's chips and fish back up with the adults again. Round five was a solid exploration of the cheese and grape board - including a few pieces of liquorice.

Two thoughts following that amazing effort - Thanks Goodness he has his fathers metabolismic chicken legs, and dear, we need to start saving for a farm. Where we will plant lots of potatoes. We need chickens and big hairy stuff that he can chase tackle and eat.


W. George's Quote for the Day
Dad - 'What are you doing, boy?'
W.G. - 'Thinking.'

Saving the planet today driving around on an empty car for one more day...