We got hit with another shock today. We cooked up a pizza for dinner tonight — one of those 18” pizzas you can get from a club warehouse. Everybody got their slices — 1 each for the twins, 2 each for us older ones. The pie had been cut into 12 slices total.
Daniel plowed through his first one, then snagged Kellie’s partially eaten second slice. (He pretty much helped himself to it.) After Will had walked away from his second slice (he had just eaten the crust so far), Daniel went over and took that and finished it off. So now he’s had almost one-quarter of an extra large pizza.
But Daniel wasn’t done. I had gotten Sean a second one, which he had barely started. While Sean was away from his place, Daniel went and grabbed that one and finished it off. We figure Daniel ate the equivalent of about 3-1/2 slices for dinner tonight. That’s just a stunning gustatory accomplishment for a 2-year old.
I’m not sure I want to let that happen again. But he was rather sneaky in grabbing each of the last 2 slices, before we even knew it had happened. We’re not looking forward to the resulting diaper, though.
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