Family Moments

My one and a half year old daughter likes to feed me. Her mother will give her a plate of cookies, or cut apples or bananas. She’s taken to waddling across the room to me with little handfuls of food. I usually take the first delivery and thank her emotively. But after a few deliveries I being to say “no thank you.”

Previously, she accepted the polite rejection, but today, she resorted to throwing the food at me, and then returning for more.

(This is pretty much how I’m treated when I visit my extended family here in Ukraine.)