Hand Food & No Toys at the Table

While slowly picking through his breakfast with his fork this morning, The Bear came across some sausage at which point he threw down his fork, picked it up with his hand, and shoved it in his mouth: "Sausage is hand food, Mama."

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We are in the midst of Monster Truck Madness in the Beehive ever since The Bear received a monster truck book for Christmas {thanks G & J ;)}.  As a result, we have had to ban toys from the dinner table otherwise we may end up with tire tracks through our plate.  Yesterday, I sat down to eat lunch with The Bear and The Bird and was innocently checking my facebook when The Bear kindly reminds me: "Mama, no toys at the table." 

He is so right on both accounts...

Here he is with me on his birthday weekend picking out his birthday cake (a beehive shaped cake, naturally) and eating a flower cookie while we wait. Obviously, a flower cookie is hand food as well.