Emily was sitting at the table yesterday eating something or other that is keeping our grocery bill exorbitantly high these days (not that I'm complaining really; Hope is eating after all. Like, really eating. Food. And not just chocolate food.) like apples or crackers in large doses. It's not the what that is so expensive it is the how much. These kids are eating like grown men. Okay, not quite grown men. Maybe very short men.
Emily: Mummy, guess what!?
Me: What, Emmy?
Emily: I finally learned to chew! And I finally learned to swallow! Right now! Isn't that great?
Me: Silence. Confused silence.
And it only took her 3 1/2 years. She's on the fast track to somewhere.