Lunch made it to the table...

...but he didn't!
Instead of waiting to be seated in his highchair for lunch today, the wee fella instead reached up and took from his plate pieces of the roasted sweet potato and lamb chop I'd cooked for him.
He then proceeded to run the length of the kitchen / dining room stopping off on each circuit for more sustenance.
By this time I had moved the plate down onto one of our dining room chair seats and added his water cup to the mix.
In the end, all was eaten and rather ingeniously he used the last piece of sweet potato (and his sleeve) to mop up the remaining fromage frais dip from his plate to finish.
Not the lunchtime I was expecting then, including the latest addition to our Clean Plate Club tally!

Special connection

It cheers me up when the wee fella makes a statement out of the blue that shows he is thinking and connecting with the important things in life.
Take this morning for example, when I found him in my wardrobe pulling on a zip top and saying "Gong Gong".
Having realised that his Dada and one of his Grandpas indeed have similar outfits in their collection.
As a mark of respect, guess what I am now wearing...
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