An hour or so before, it occurred to me that the dinner we had planned for the night was just the kind of meal they serve at the child care center, the meals that Sophie and Michael will be eating more and more of now that they've crossed the threshold of one.
When Mike got home, I started cooking, and he stripped our buddies down to diapers (we knew we were in for it) and put on their sleeved bibs typically reserved for eating out.
And here's what transpired:
Yes, those are tomatoey fingerprints on Michael's forehead.
They really did awesome. They jumped right in grabbing the food, and 90% of it went into their mouths. We were all thrilled to eat the same meal together really for the first time.
Clean-up was a little less thrilling, but it was well worth it!