My son has proved for me the theory of evolution. He’s basically a barbarian with a cuter haircut. Never is that more apparent than when he’s eating.
Fingers in his food. Mouth packed with Cheerios. Spoon banging on the tray. Snout submerged in his bowl. Hands wiped on his shirt. Face encrusted. The floor coated. It’s a sight to see. (My daughters, by the way, eat like queens … I’m not quite sure how that happens.)
