I spend a lot of time in the kitchen and have to develop diversions for Eleanor so she doesn’t scream at me out of boredom. Sometimes I’ll give her a pot and wooden spoon and a few “ingredients” to play with. A few days ago, I gave her a lemon and a lime, which she carried away. When I had finished my work in the kitchen, I searched for her and found her sitting in the corner of our office with the lemon. But no, not just holding the lemon. Eating the lemon. She had a piece of the peel in her mouth and the most nonchalant look on her face, as if she were eating an apple. No pucker, no grimace, just some thoughtful chewing.
