I remember many date nights with my now-hubby, being at restaurants where french fries were served.
One particular night, I noticed Rob watching me look at each french fry I picked up-- I like choosing my fries. He laughed and thought it was a funny quirk. Years later, I still do this with fries, salads and anything where you pick one bite over another.
This morning, my wee one was eating a bowl of blueberries. He was very mindful of which berry he picked out of his bowl. I saw him pick up certain berries, look at them, and then put them back in the bowl. When he was finished, he came to me:
"Mom! You need to put this blueberry back in the refrigerator... I want to show it to Dad, okay?"
He held out his little hand to reveal a very big blueberry. "This Mommy, this blueberry is perfeckt! (yes, that's how he says it) I wanna show Daddy before I eat it."