The Boy now focuses his attention, follows objects of interest, and consequently loses interest. Unless it’s food.
The other day, I was getting ready to feed him his soup. It was still a bit too hot, though, so I set it to the side of his chair and turned my attention to the tea bag that was making my cup of tea a dangerously unsavory mess. The Boy, not to be distracted, followed his food. And stared for a good long time.
Tata. Why did you put my soup on the counter. I’m waiting…..patiently!