Wednesday, February 13, 2008
My son comes by it honestly. I have always been a dipper. I remember all the way back to when I was a little girl in Plainview, sitting at the kitchen table, dipping my sandwich in orange juice. Weird, I know...but it's true. Well, when Asher was eating lunch today, he was "insisting" on dipping his toast in my water. I didn't let him for a while, then after he had a drink of my water and backwashed in it, and I wasn't about to have another drink of it after that, I decided, "Why not?". And he proceeded to dip his toast in my water...and eat it. And his grapes. And his sausage. He loves to dip...just like his mommy! I thought it was pretty funny! Then it turned into more of an "art" and "science" session. Dropping toast in the water to see if it would float or sink..."painting" with water on his tray...etc...I had to draw the line, though, when he offered me a bite of his soggy toast. NO THANK YOU!!!