In order to balance out the foul story of my last post and because C is having a terrible-horrible-no good-very bad-day today, here is something adorable that my little boy did the other day:  I was trying to get him to eat some chicken.  He’s not a big fan of meat (other than ground beef and that preferably smothered in spaghetti sauce). So, he quit after a couple of bites.  When he refuses to eat something, he does so ardently.  He clenches his little lips together and there will be no prying them open.  Occassionally if he laughs or screams, I can sneak something in, but I have to wait for an opening.  So, I decided to try and turn eating into a game. I picked up a piece of chicken and began to buzz it around like a bee–a chicken "bee" whose ultimate destination would be a certain little boy’s mouth. C thought this was funny, opened up and ate the chicken.  I did this for a couple of bites and then C picked up his own piece of chicken.  He spastically waved it around in the air for a minute (his version of the buzzing chicken bee) and then held it up for me to eat it.  Which I did (who could resist?). And, he laughed heartily.  So, for the next few minutes, we would take turns buzzing the chicken into each other’s mouths, both of us laughing at the silliness and sweetness of our little chicken-eating game.