Few kids still eat like that by the time they get to college. Of course, if they do, everyone who sees them just shakes their head and wonders about what kind of parents they must have had.
*grin*
Anyway, I can recall a certain amount of disregard for silverware when I was Molly's age, although not, to the best of my recall, with soup, but certainly with any portion of chicken (I was partial to wings even before Buffalo got involved) or lamb chop or pork chop. Finger food, plain and simple, finger food.
And, apparently very much like Molly, I would read any book I could get my hands on, including Edgar Rice Burroughs, Zane Grey, and Jack London. (I was in second grade when I read London's The Sea-Wolf and I can still remember feeling physically chilled when Wolf Larsen was sounding off about the world was just like a vat of yeast, with little bits of yeast eating up weaker bits of yeast.
I wouldn't change a bit of my childhood. (Oh, okay, maybe educationally.)
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*grin*
Anyway, I can recall a certain amount of disregard for silverware when I was Molly's age, although not, to the best of my recall, with soup, but certainly with any portion of chicken (I was partial to wings even before Buffalo got involved) or lamb chop or pork chop. Finger food, plain and simple, finger food.
And, apparently very much like Molly, I would read any book I could get my hands on, including Edgar Rice Burroughs, Zane Grey, and Jack London. (I was in second grade when I read London's The Sea-Wolf and I can still remember feeling physically chilled when Wolf Larsen was sounding off about the world was just like a vat of yeast, with little bits of yeast eating up weaker bits of yeast.
I wouldn't change a bit of my childhood. (Oh, okay, maybe educationally.)