Feed me

Lauren really seems to be putting things together now. This morning she was sitting in her high chair waiting to be fed. Claire had got a tub of food out of the fridge, and was stood for a moment deciding if this was the one she wanted to use. I watched Lauren as she looked at the tub, then looked at Claire, then back to the tub, then at Claire. It couldn’t have been any clearer if she could speak – “Just grab a spoon, pop the top, and let’s get some eating done.”