He signs it when he wants to nurse (which is any time he can see my chest). He signs it in the kitchen. He signs it in the dining room. He signs it when daddy gets home (because dinner comes shortly after).
Fortunately, this followed a day where he walked into the kitchen, went to the lazy susan, got a packet of applesauce, walked to the dining room (waiting for me at the door) to get to his high chair, waited to be picked up, handed me the pouch to open, took it away when I tried to feed him with a spoon, and then proceeded to suck every ounce out of food from it.
You'd think we were starving him.
