After a long and unhealthy weekend of eating, I made Baby Boy a lovely Mediterranean platter of olives, cucumber, hummus and pita for dinner. I scattered some edible flowers around the edges and stepped back to admire the gorgeous effect.
BB climbed up the chair and stared at the plate.
Tears formed in his eyes.
Was he chocked up at the beautiful bounty his loving mom had prepared?
The full tears started in earnest.
"Buddy, what is wrong?"
This coming from a kid who stores rocks and grass in his mouth like a chipmunk.