I have a feeling that I am being watched. No, not just watched…..stared at….intensely…..like a young Jedi trying to move a big rock. Except it's not a big rock, it's my food. And the Jedi is a two year old willing it into her mouth. Not that she doesn't have food on her plate, often exactly the same food, but food from daddy's plate is just so much tastier. Of course, being the tricksy parents that we are, we do know how to turn that to our advantage.