Stealing My Dinner

Foster has taken to eating my dinner. Sometimes he'll do it as an option over his own dinner, but often he'll do it after he's finished with his own. He's like a little bottomless pit that is becoming more and more un-little.

The other day I made a morroccan spicy chicken and garbanzo bean dish. I sat down to eat while Foster was having his dinner and he started pointing and saying 'mmmmm mmmm', his usual request for whatever is on my plate. He's sick again so I figured any spice should help get the snot going and maybe clear his nose a bit before bed; I threw him a garbanzo bean. He at the bean and his eyes went wide. He started pointing at my dish again 'MMMM MMMMMM'. I gave him another bean. This time he was pointing again before he even swallowed. I gave him some chicken. More energetic pointing and requests. Soon he was picking up microscopic bits of chicken and bean from his placemat trying to make sure that he got it all. I kept ripping off chunks of chicken and tossing beans his way but he was eating it faster than I could put it there.

Eventually he had gone through almost an entire chicken thigh and a lot of the beans. He wanted more but by then my plate was empty. I guess next time I'll have to double the recipe and plan to have Foster downing as much of my dinner as me.