Eli was up on the counter and I opened the cupboard to ask him if he wanted anything from it. He looked, and pointed at the yellow maizena tin that we keep our tea in, so I opened it up for him. He plucked a tea bag from the tin, leans over and puts it into his plastic cup, tips it up and “drinks” from it. Cup of tea Eli? “Es, es.” Well, he does know what he wants.

Fork? Hands? Nah, I’ll just get the food straight to my mouth