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Feeding Time

Patrick's favorite foods ... pizza and french fries.

The sign for "more" ... regularly used and one of the clearest words he knows.  It's become "more food" as time goes on.

Tonight, he got both in one meal ... courtesy of a great local restaurant! What I found hilarious was seeing the beard of pizza sauce and ketchup on his face. He eats everything with gusto ... picking small bits if we let him and chomping freely when we prompt him.

While he's hungry and eating, it is a very focused event. He gets the food in his hand, on the spoon, or stabbed with the fork and then, into his mouth (generally, covering some portion of his face to get there).

When he's just somewhat hungry, the games begin ... sometimes, clearing the table with food to the left and right, winging it's way across the room. Other times, he wants to spoon from the container himself ... a trial by error, if I ever saw one.

And, when he's done, the real games begin. I've seen food fights with less material moving through the air. Thankfully, to this point he hasn't learned about spoons and forks as implements of destruction when it comes to tossing food.

And, it generally ends with his arms up in the air and crocodile tears when we take a moment to get a wet paper towel to clean him off. Unfortunately, he is not aware (or doesn't care) about how dangerous it would be to attempt to pick him up at that point (I can't even come up with a rough description for the catastrophe he's become after a meal: think tornado, hurricane, and then a lightning storm ... one after the other).  Once de-goopified, we can pick him up and generally he goes to sleep for a nap or the night, depending on the meal.

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