Dinner with Dad

Since Mom has been late getting home the last two days, we've had dinner with Dad. Dad would really rather watch G'town play basketball than feed the kid, so Margaret has spent a fair amount of time in her highchair messing around with Cheerios. It turns out that we've discovered a few things in the process.

First, food can be fun! In particular, when lots of Cheerios are plopped on our tray, they don't have to go into our mouth. Instead, we can throw them all over the place! Such entertainment! Especially when Dad admonishes us: "NO!" gets a pause and a perplexed look in response followed by more tossing of Cheerios. Dad has learned to limit the number of items put on the tray at one time since a rapid movement of the arm can quickly clear away a few dozen Cheerios. However, Maddie sure seems to enjoy that game.

Second, the highchair itself can be a source of entertainment. Especially when Dad pops up and down from underneath the tray going "BOO!" Such shenanigans lead to peals of laughter as does tickling of the feet underneath the tray. Of course, it's all probably exacerbated by extreme fatigue (which Dad also doesn't worry about too much during a good basketball game.)