Today, I gave Little E his first taste of Puffs. He made a few weird faces, but eventually he started opening his mouth in anticipation of the next Puff. Not to miss out on any food opportunities, Big E was immediately at my side. His eyes lit up. He knew the container I was holding in my hands. It was his beloved, long-lost Puffs.
Right in front of me, Big E regressed about 12 months. He started signing "more" and "please".
I, of course, gave into him because it was past 5 o'clock which meant my patience meter was on empty. Here, eat the $5 Puffs. And don't eat the lovely dinner I cooked for you.