You’re such a good stabber!
If my wife had not said this during dinner, we might have had problems, since I didn’t intend on raising the next knife-wielding, psycho-toddler.
Isabel is learning how to be more human (ie. use utensils), and the gracefulness of this activity still eludes her. Instead, she proudly sits her her seat, violently jabbing whatever is on her plate until something sticks, creating a rather interesting mix of food (last night it was rice, beans, and apple).
Similarly, she is also unaware that stabbing the arm of the wooden dining chair, or her mother’s flesh, is also not the goal of this new privilege. In Isabel’s defense, did Mrs. FWL really think her hand would trigger any restraint from a toddler? For all she knew, Mama’s flesh was just some tortellini!
I suppose I should hand out safety goggles to our neighboring diners at the restaurant tonight.
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