Night 3: Cold spaghetti

"Hey, look at that." I whispered to Tonton over dinner. We were dining alfresco at an Italian restaurant, feeling slightly too warm under the portable heaters.

EggEgg was doing a new trick again. We ordered a big bowl of spaghetti for him, and for the first time I noticed how funny he eats it. EggEgg stabbed into the spaghetti with his fork, and stuffed his mouth with whatever slippery strands that managed to hang on as he transfered from the bowl to his mouth.

Then, he sucked hard. As he sucked the spaghetti in, he'd close his eyes, as if to focus his internal energy into the very act of sucking.

And he repeated his over and over again. Tonton and I were highly amused as we continue our dinner in quiet conversation.

Sometime later that I noticed that EggEgg's eyes are taking longer and longer to open with each spaghetti sucking. Halfway through his spaghetti, his eyes didn't open at all, with the last strand still dangling in his mouth. His head is hanging down, drawn by gravity dangerously towards the bowl.

Fallen asleep through dinner again? He's having way too much fun in Wiggles Land.

(As for Cola, he's happily watching the pedestrians walking past from the comfort of Mami's lap. Feeling warm, secure and slightly drowsy. Beaming to the fellow diners around him, being his happy smiley self as usual.)