Little Dude wields fork, villagers flee

M-N began giving the boy a fork or spoon to feed himself last week. She's ambitious, that one. There was cereal, yogurt, even peas offered up and, despite what seemed likely to happen, he actually mastered the utensils quickly.

That's not to say there hasn't been a lot of food on our floors, but yesterday we went out to brunch at a local diner and he was offered a plate of scrambled eggs with cheese and a fork, and he cleaned it.

The motions are still unsteady, though perhaps hunger just takes over, allowing even the most tenuously held scrap of food to somehow cling to the fork until it reaches his mouth.

Now if we could just get him out of diapers...