Who can explain what’s going through Noah’s head at any given time?  Certainly not me!  Yesterday morning he was eating goldfish, and he shared his snack between two strange spots in the kitchen:

First was the pet-food mat next to his high chair (I had picked up the dog food because the day before he decided to sample it – yuck!).  Noah plopped down on it and started snacking.  Then was the cutting boards – he took them out of the drawer, put the goldfish down, and then ate the goldfish. For the rest of snack time, he wouldn’t eat a goldfish unless it touched the cutting board first. Silly boy!

 

What?  This is where Pacey eats!

 

 

Mom, you’re looking at me like this is strange!