“You’ll find all the baby purees you need in the restaurant”. Puzzled, I looked at my husband. “Oh, no”, we said. “He doesn’t eat purees”.
It’s understandable the receptionist assumed that my son, who is technically still a baby, would eat baby food. But he is not your average 13-month-old. He eats whole plates of pasta, he climbs ladders (mostly with supervision) and he sleeps very little. Why sleep when you could be emptying glass jars out of cupboards or shouting over the fence at the neighbours?
