Three-year-old Toby loves food. Loves loves loves. I’ve never had to worry about a picky eater, thankfully—although I almost worry about him not being picky enough :)
When we put him to bed, he’ll often roll over and ask, “What we havin’ for dinner tomorrow night?” And yesterday morning, while eating breakfast, he asked, “So what we havin’ for brunch?”
And this is a common sight in our house, the little scamp!