For lunch, I made wraps.
Silas was home from work early, I wasn't at class, Tesla was asleep, I had just restocked our foodstuffs...so I made lunch. What you must understand in order to appreciate this phenomenon is that I never make lunch. (Or breakfast.) I snack constantly until dinner and Silas fends for himself. But yesterday, the planets aligned in his favor. What a lucky man.
Because he is the product of my loins, Tesla loves to eat. I have let him taste a few things
Here is a pictorial journey through some of the things he has tasted.
His hands, of course
The bumbo seat
Not everything that can go into your mouth should be sampled.