The Bread

Yesterday, we ate a wonderful lunch at my mom's house.  I served my young boys and then sat them at the dining room table to eat. 

Son #2 savored each morsel of pasta and corn that he was able to nibble from his spoon.  He smiled and cooed happily.  I even gave him a bite of french bread.  Then for no apparent reason, he began to fuss.

I offered him more pasta but he rubbed his face in disdain.  I offered him more corn but he turned away and kicked his legs.  Was he throwing a little fit?  Possibly. 

I decided to test my suspicion by offering a bite of bread.  He immediately stopped fussing and cooed.

He's learning to manipulate early. 

We're screwed.