Tobey: I underestimate him

Tobey had a pluot all cut up for him ready to eat for our efficiently prepped breakfast. He got up in the chair and started while I walked into the kitchen to start our eggs and waffles.

Within 2 minutes (one press of the toaster, flipped on the stove, clicked one link in one of my dad's emails), Tobey declares, "All done." I thought it was the video clip that he heard onthe laptop that distracted him and he said all done just so he can get down and look. Without seeing how much he ate, I automatically replied, "You're not all done, you just started."

Lo and behold, when I did check after a couple more "all dones", he was indeed all done. The child wolfed down a whole pluot in two minutes. Only his dad can do it faster. Okay, maybe his Yeh-Yeh.

On a separate breakfast note, I was dutifully reading MIT's Technology Review, an article about TiVo. And I had to tell Tobey not to kick the table. I called him "Tibo". And then I realized that if Tobey were to mispronounce his name like he does "diaper" (pai-der) or "pajamas" (pa-jah-jah), he'd probably be a "Tibo". But alas, he's still calling himself "Pappy".

On another related breakfast note, he never did stop kicking the table and got his first naughty corner in months.