slow eater

I always thought Dad was the slowest eater on the planet… until I met my son. His “dinner” begins about 5 o’clock most evenings so far and ends sometime around midnight — interrupted only briefly for burps and diaper changes.

  • Gram-Mam

    Marathon-eater baby of 1971 grows up….to nurse another infant…one who also believes that Life is a series of short nap breaks from the all-important task of eating. Ah, grandparenthood is sweet…