At the moment it seems (touch wood) that Bernard is opting to include food as part of his lifestyle. He is eating a lot. This morning he consumed half a bagel, then at lunch a plate of pasta, a bowl of baked beans, a banana and a slice of cake. For dinner he had a large bowlful of peas and more bagel with cheese and tomatoes. Yesterday I watched him eat most of a 3,000 dong serving of sticky rice. Most adults can only manage 4,000 for breakfast. I'd intended it for two meals but he just kept on eating, making happy xoi noises and stuffing it in. Last week he consumed 3 bananas in a day. The day before yesterday I had to limit his tangerine consumption to five per meal. But shhhh, as it may well not last.
Bernard, sitting in his high chair: "Poopoo."
I check his nappy. Nothing in there.
Bernard, again: "Poopoo."
We try giving him everything on the table: jam, juice, milk. Nope.
Again: "Poopoo."
Bib off? We take it off but he still points at the table. "Poopoo."
Oh. Finally I get it. "Peepo!" I lift the chosen title from a pile of books right at the end of the table.
I'm off to attempt quiche. Wish me luck.
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