Tasty, Tasty People Food

Margaret's people-food eating is progressing.  In fact, she's reaching the point that if she sees me (and to a lesser extent Leo) eating something, she perambulates herself over and intimates that she would like some.

This is a problem when what I'm eating is chips and salsa.

We went out to dinner last night, and may I just say that Margaret is a truly exemplary young person when it comes to going out to dinner?  She's very happy, and well-behaved.  It is very nice.  Anyway, 
food got to the table, and she thought she should get some, though we thought that she should wait until it cooled enough not to burn her.

So after it cooled, we gave her a french fry, which she contemplated closely for a moment or two.

She then shoved it into her maw, joyfully.

This morning, Leo was eating a scone, and she trotted over, expecting a chunk or two.

When Leo didn't immediately get the hint, as he has spent less time having bits of his lunch snagged, she looked to me to remind him of the way things worked in our household, and her inalienable rights to all the food that was going, if she wanted it, thank you.

So I did that, and he gave her a chunk.

And balance was restored to Margaret's universe.