Walter

I put my plate of food down on the table between Walt and Hen - we were all scrunched at the corner of the table so that we could watch Wall-E together. (We allow tv at the dinner table on the weekends, and it's Sunday night.) I gave Walter explicit directions not to touch, or eat, my food. I didn't need to tell Henry. He wouldn't have touched it with a ten foot pole.

Next, I saw Walt with a fistful of my stuffed potato. Henry said, "You gotta eat it fast before Walter eats it." Well, I guess so.

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At the table, Walter is very proud of the fact that he eats (as I am), and he yells out, "Mama!", to get my attention. When I look at him he puts the food in his mouth with a "harr-ummm". I'm so proud.