As part of our trip we spent a few days in Cornwall at the most excellent Trengilly Wartha Inn (which I can't recommend enough by the way, fantastic locally sourced food with an all too extensive wine and spirit list and lovely atmosphere in a beautiful rural spot).
Breakfast was included as part of our stay and when I saw their light beige carpeted Breakfast room I made DH go and get a newspaper to put down (FT, as it happens) the waitress came out and saw our arrangement with newspaper and highchair and laughed saying there's no need to do that... little did she know.
The Boy hoed into a starter of weetabix, followed by toast, which was succeeded by bacon, fried egg, black pudding, grilled tomato and sausage all donated from his generous parent's plates.
He enjoyed and tasted everything but with such an embarrassment of choice he developed a habit (which he still does now) of very deliberately holding any piece of food he has tired of/sucked the flavour out of over the side of the highchair and letting go.
After breakfast DH and I sidled out of the room a bit sheepishly trying not to look at the carnage The Boy had wrought but the next day the waitress greeted us and our baby and our newspaper very cheerily saying "who'd have thought that little dot of a thing could make such a mess".
Is it wrong that I'm proud of him for that!?
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