P was apparently starved in his last life. We have always openly shared our food with him, yet he always seems concerned that he doesn’t have enough. I don’t’ know if he notices a difference in the proportions on E’s plate versus his plate or was scarred by the beginning of “Where the wild things are,” but he consistently asks for more than he could ever possibly eat. After many, many months of hoping the obviousness of plenty would help release his squirrel like tendencies, we’ve finally started planting seeds about waste and the idea of second helpings occurring after the first. I don’t think the concept has really sunken in. So I had to laugh when I sat down to breakfast and really took note of How Much food was actually on his sky high piled plate. Well, actually, there were Three plates :)
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