This evening at dinner, a typical family scene around the dinner table. Hiro-hanani has a train wreck of food in front of him as we try to be civilized and eat with at least one piece of cutlery. Hiro-hanani is practicing one-handed drinking from a cup, gulping down the seltzer we call hurt water, due to how it feels going down. He's doing pretty well, but as soon as he gets toward the bottom of the cup, 2/3rds gets dumped over his face and down into his bib. (It's hard to gage distance, amount and gravity all at once). Chaim sees the lake forming in the pocket of the Dr. Seuss bib with nice fish noodles and spinach floating around.
Hiro-hanani decides he's done with dinner and begins to reach for the velcro of his bib on the back of his neck. Before I can say anything, Chaim has rushed around the table, and grabs the lake front bib from Hiro-hanani telling him, "oh are you done? let me help you with that!"
Good save big daddy!
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