I made roasted chicken legs for dinner last night. Joshua always starts out with the whole chicken leg - he wants the bone just like the adults have. I always end up cutting it for him.
I was in the process of cutting his chicken in the kitchen when he ran in with a big smile.
"Sebastian's eating, Mommy. He's happy."
"He is?" Great. Did Sebastian get his spoon? I imagined the mess.
"Yeah. Come see."
Joshua grabbed my hand, but I had to get his plate. I told him to go ahead and I'd come in with his food.
When I came in, Sebastian was laughing, but food wasn't all over. Joshua was feeding him, showing him how to open his mouth for the bite.
Yeah. That's my boy. :)