Food

At breakfast this morning, David dropped a cheerio. A single cheerio. He jumped off his chair, or rather my lap because it's been a needy morning, to fetch the cheerio. He heard Dusty coming which was enough to send him into a panic as he searched frantically for the cheerio. He couldn't see it immediately and started screaming as he ran at Dusty in an attempt to make her stop before she got his cheerio. Mostly he just stood there screaming. I made Dusty stop, she looked confused since she didn't know he had dropped anything, and pointed out the cheerio to David. He picked up the cheerio and was happier.

I think David likes his food.