Dominic is superior to baby food. At least, he recently developed this complex. He expects to eat the same thing we are eating.
Pizza? I’ll have that.
Cheeseburger? Me, please.
Pureed mixed fruit? No. Thank. You.
He only has two teeth (or perhaps I should say, he finally has two teeth) so we offer him the bite of the cheeseburger, but it’s not particularly productive. This makes filling him up at dinnertime a wee bit difficult.
The other night, Nathan fed him some cheesy broccoli. He ate that great until I busted out the Papa John’s adult dinner. Then he only wanted our pepperoni/olive/peppers pizza. Eat up, little man.