Whenever Corin doesn't like something he's eating, he's always simply pushed it out of his mouth and onto his shirt or to the floor.
Today, he grabbed my hand and brought it down to his level. I wasn't sure what he wanted, whether I was suppose to pick him up, or pinch his cheek, or what. Then he spit a wad of food into it. It was so unexpected, so civilized for a two year old to ask for a receptacle to dispose of his gristle, that I told Amanda about it and said "He's becoming quite the little gentleman."
"Yes, that's the very definition of a gentleman: spitting your food into people's hands," she reminded me.
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