This is what I get when I ask him to bear-walk for the camera. Cooperative little booger, huh?
With all this physical activity comes a heck of an appetite. But he doesn't necessarily tell me that he's hungry. So how is a mama to find out that instead of three chicken nuggets she should be preparing six, with a side of apple slices and cheese?
In a word: "ransacking"
I was just in the kitchen preparing the aforementioned chicken nuggets. In the 60 seconds it takes, Jack had opened the silverware drawer, demanded a straw, then a "white thingie," then his knife, before he settled on a spoon. And that was just his opening act!
He also managed to open the fridge twice, rummage through my gadget drawer, crash into me four times and almost brain himself on another cabinet door (yes, that he had opened himself and then forgotten about). When he's hungry he literally ricochets through the kitchen, grabbing anything he touches, until I manage to lure him out with a plate of food.
It's one of the few times when my "growing bigger" boy reveals that he is, in fact, still only 2 1/2 years old. There is something charming about a boy who completely loses composure in the anticipation of a good meal. :)