For the second time this week, our almost eighteen month old devoured a foil wrapped chocolate egg, foil and all.

I believe the expression goes something like, “foil me once….”

We were sitting around our family Easter table enjoying lunch, trading Chloe between Daddy and I knowing we are always on borrowed time when it comes to quietly eating a meal and the time she will decide to a) soil herself, b) squirm out of her high chair, c) throw a tantrum for no reason other than to deprive us of the basic necessities of life (in this case, ham and scalloped potatoes), d) eat a foil wrapped egg.

With Chloe on Greg’s lap and Greg and I sitting next to each other it was difficult for either one of us to get a clear view of what was keeping her so quiet while we actually engaged in conversation and chewed our food into swallow-worthy sizes as opposed to our usual approach; taking a chance we might survive if we just open the gullet, swallow without chewing and hope for the best.

The foil eaten egg was an interesting case study in human behaviour. Of course because of the obvious, baby eating tin foil but if we peel back the layers, something noteworthy was taking place.

There were many people sitting around the dining room table all with a clear shot of what our baby was doing. With the exception of Greg and me, everyone could see what was unravelling in front of them. A baby drooling chocolate, chewing foil and dribbling brown liquid and green, reflective paper bits.

The reactions were telling.

Those at the table without children found it bizarre we would allow our baby (or even intentionally feed her) to eat foil wrapped chocolate eggs.

Those who had kids of their own thought one of the following; a) this is hilarious, how obtuse are these parents, let’s see how this one plays out, b) these two are the worst parents on the planet allowing their not yet 18 month old  to indulge in foil wrapped chocolate eggs.

Laugh all you want. She lives to see another day and I’ve yet to be beaten by a diaper in the almost eight years I’ve been changing them. If there is an extra layer of metallic green, shining back at me tomorrow morning then happy extended Easter to me!