Henry's eating habits seem to be ever evolving. Lately, he's been breaking assembled food into their parts, and then eating them in turn. Sandwiches are suddenly neat piles of turkey, cheese, and bread. And the bread is always eaten last. Henry has deemed it needs its own course.
Yesterday, I unexpectedly had the afternoon off, and Todd was off. Translated, we got to spend a lovely, almost whole day all together. We went to Eastwood Towne Center to check on some potential Christmas gifts and followed with lunch at Johnny Rockets.
I hadn't been there in close to two years (oh chocolate malt, it's been too long) and Henry had never eaten there period. The wee one had mini hot dogs and fries. His favorite part though? The ketchup. Kiddo could not get enough. True to form, the hotdogs were eaten first--one in each hand. Then came the fries. Henry, like his momma, is a big fan of the fry. This time though, it was soon relegated to a mere ketchup conveyance. Finally when he tired of the fries, he cut out the middle man and went straight to the ketchup, licking his little tray clean. And of course, he finished with the bun course.
