I'm a food nazi when it comes to my babies.  When Ethan was born, I put it right out into the universe that he was going to survive on boo until he turned 6 months old.  It was actually a form of torture for my in-laws.  My FIL bemoaned that fact that I wouldn't let The Boy suck on a chicken wing when he was 5 months old.  This, of course, was before my SIL gave The Boy his first unwashed carrot at the supermarket (not to be confused with the pizza crust the next night and a sip of her beer at our brewery tour).  Call me crazy but after you and your husband have made it very clear that you are "food free for baby," dark beer isn't really in a gray area.  (Best comment on my freak-out over this one--"You are right, she really should have asked first."

Although we are a little more laid back with The Baby, I still maintain my food mantra with The Boy.

K:  Ethan, can Nathan have goldfish?
E:  NO!
K:  Can Nathan have toast?
E:  NO, Maaammmmaaa!
K:  Can Ethan have candy?
E:  Mama, No can-key for Nathan.
K:  What CAN Nathan eat?
E:  BOO, Mama.  Nathan drinks the boo.
K:  That's right.

We play this game EVERY SINGLE DAY.  The Boy is male, so he needs to be reminded of the big ticket items repeatedly. 

So you can imagine my surprise today while watching The Sopranos (because in all the ways I am a great mother, I am an equally horrible mother on some other end of the spectrum), I realized that The Boy was talking into his cup of Corn Flakes.  I looked over at The Baby sitting on his father's lap and his face broke out into a HUGE GRIN.

And nestled in that grin was what appeared to be A CORN FLAKE.

K: EEEEEEEEETHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNN!!!  DEREK!!!  Is that a corn flake in Nathan's mouth? (digging it out)
E:  I gived him see-rall, Mama!
K:  What????  Derek?  Hello?
D:  I don't know.  I didn't see him do it.

Because when both on them are on your lap, I can see how one child feeding the other CORN FLAKES could easily be missed.