Big Eyes

T has such big eyes, but they aren't as big as his stomach. He's become quite the little trader lately, and seems to think more is better. Friday morning we had cut up eggs (hard boiled eggs mashed lightly with a fork and mixed with torn up toast). The Scoot served T a T-sized portion and then left his own daddy-sized portion on the table and headed back to the kitchen to get something. During his moments of absence T excitedly said "Trade" and daddy came back to a T-sized portion of cut up eggs. The Scoot did get to finish the leftovers of his original serving once T was full.

Saturday at lunch T offered The Scoot a wedge of his children's quesadilla in exchange for a whole burrito! T realized very quickly the the burrito was too big and traded back right away.