Eat! Eat!

Sammy likes eating.  Very much.  If he hears the slightest crackle of a potato chip bag, he will turn his head and run toward the sound. 

At 20 months, he still doesn't understand many words.  But he has begun to understand 'eat'.

One day, around 5pm, Mommy was cooking dinner, and the children were watching TV.

Mommy: (pops into the living room) Dominic, Pia, we will eat in five minutes.

Sammy hears the word 'eat', slides down the sofa, and runs to the kitchen.

Sammy: Eat, eat, eat.

 

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