04 August 2012
All we have to do is mention them and he gets excited ... hand out, eyes glinting in excitement.
Tonight I opened a fresh bag and was passing them to him one at a time ... over a period of about an hour.
I had some projects to finish, so I handed the bag off to Jen and went into the other room, secure in the knowledge that the fish would keep him securely distracted so that I could get some work done.
A few minutes into hanging a copper butterfly from the ceiling, I got called into the kitchen ... "Papa, you've got to see this."
As I entered, I saw Patrick with a handful of what had to be about eight Swedish Fish ... which he promptly crammed into his mouth. Mimicking a chipmunk, he reached into the bag and grabbed a few more ... to the peals of his parent's laughter.
With a fish in each hand and his mouth stuffed, he looked at me with a glint of pure glee in his eyes.
I reached a hand out for a fish as he stuffed two more Swedish Fish into his mouth.