Evan sat at the table with us for a nice steak dinner for Grandpa’s birthday. He ate corn on the cob (or do you say “corn off the cob” when emphasizing that he picked it up and ate it rather than us having to cut the kernels for him), 1 bite of creamed spinach, french fries, and tiny steak bites. “Tastes good, mommy.” I love that he actually says “mmmm, mmm” when he first puts a bite in his mouth. He ate all this despite consuming enormous amounts of frosting while making a football cake with Gigi and then jumping on the couch and smearing his chocolaty face into the cushions. The actual slice of cake was no where near as interesting as the tiny icing stars that Gigi had made all around the edge of it.