Friday, November 16, 2007

This One has a Future in Litigation

Once when the brother I call George was young enough to still be in a high chair, I was babysitting he and my sisters.

At dinner, George actually ate every bit of his meal and asked for more. My youngest sister obliged, and emptied her plate onto his. He ate a few bites, and then began pushing it around his plate, tossing pieces of it onto the floor, and smashing it onto the tray of his high chair.

"George," I said sternly. "Don't play with your food."

"I'm not," he replied simply. "I'm playing with her food."

No comments: