Apples and Grits

A fun, new game with Daddy:

Chris says John arranged this for me, but I think he's fibbing:
For the first time, John discovered Mama's books:
Chris has been working long hours for weeks, so this morning he took his best girl and son to breakfast at a hip restaurant downtown, The Flying Biscuit. Part of Chris' breakfast was grits so I put about one-quarter teaspoon on a grown-up spoon and handed it to John, who even managed to get the right end into his mouth. He mouthed the spoon happily and I think he swallowed most of the grits! John is a Southern boy.

Tonight I diced finely some apple and microwaved it until it was soft. At dinner, John enthusiastically tried to manipulate the apples, but they were a bit difficult because they were so small and John does not do the pincer grasp yet. Thus, he had to get creative by putting his face right onto the plate. I do think he swallowed some apple bits.
Yes, those are bits of rice attractively stuck to my shirt. Let's focus instead on the apple cutely stuck to John's chin.