So, the other day we had gotton a fun meal for Sam. He was happily eating when I turned around to check on him I found this:
Yep, it is a pile of pickles on the counter. At that very moment, he bit into another pickle (not usual b/c I generally order them plain) and said."Mama, these tickles are lucky!"
Pretty sure he meant that his pickles were yucky, but I certainly got the point...but no other complaints, ate right on thru that sandwich like a pro. I remember when he had just began table food I tended to project my likes/dislikes onto what I would serve Sam. Someone reminded me that his tastes are different than mine. We have found a few foods that he likes that mama does not...but we are in agreement when it comes to pickles! Love you sweet little man!
