Raisins for you

This morning as I was eating breakfast at the table, William pulled himself up onto the old, beige WILL-TV director's chair, and started picking up the little raisins that Mirjam gave him with his small, pincer-like fingers and plopped them in quick succession into his mouth. I gave him a couple of milked-down bites of the bran portion of my Raisin Bran, which he gladly accepted. Then he started to climb onto the table.

I thought he was going to come after my bowl of cereal with both fists, as he has done before. Instead, once he was perched just inches from me and my bowl, he stretched out his hand toward my mouth, and then I noticed something small and almost-black between his fingers. He gently pushed the raisin between my lips, and after I said "thank you" he picked up the last one from the table and pushed that into my mouth, too.

He carefully pushed his way backward off the table and back onto the canvas director's chair, and I gave him another bite of the bran. He is such a great little boy.