The shrimp chow mein was among the best I’ve had. Rhys was fixated on my plate of noodles, as is his way these days. I appeased him by giving him a few bits of carrot off my plate. Toggling between a fork for Rhys and chopsticks for myself grew tiresome, so I offered him some carrot via chopsticks. He swiftly moved forward and took the bite, his lips gliding smoothly off the chopsticks as if he’d done it a million times before, totally nonchalant. I had no idea you were so worldly, Rhys.
The end of lunch had Rhys consumed by the deep soup spoons. I think he could have played with them all afternoon.