He who eats alone, chokes alone, they say. And you must know this already, since every time we eat, you want to eat too.
Whether at home or at a restaurant, even if you nursed ten minutes earlier, when you see us eat, you start fussing, looking for the boob, then crying, if you don't get what you want. I learned to quickly latch you on, as your Dad cuts my food into small pieces, edible with one hand. If we are at a restaurant, I change my seat to face a wall, and cover you with a napkin, if there's one, to protect you from food stains. By the time you're done, it's time for the check.You're learning fast. At home, just by seeing us set the table, you know it's meal time.
I asked your Dad to take this picture specifically, to show it to you when you grow up, as I give you the parental speech about "all the sacrifices I made for you." - Love, Mommy.
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