Chopsticks

A couple Christmases ago, Baylor got chopsticks from Santa in his stocking.  He tried them once or twice but never really grew that fond of them; even though he really wanted to be like Bryson and use them when we ate Chinese food, he never got the hang of them enough to stick to it.  So when Mollie said she wanted chopsticks for Christmas, I was understandably hesitant to pass the idea along to Santa.  But, I did anyway and she got them for Christmas in her stocking this year.  Chomping at the bit to use them, we finally made our way to our favorite Chinese restaurant (Golden Wok) in mid-January.  I brought both kids' chopsticks in case Baylor wanted to give them another try.  And he did ... for a few bites anyway. 

Mollie, on the other hand, ate almost her entire meal, including seconds, using her beginner chopsticks.  She was so proud of herself, as was I, and she was actually really good with them right off the bat.

Ambidextrous, even!

Part of Baylor's problem this visit was that the MSU basketball game was playing on a TV right in his eye line, so we actually had trouble getting him to eat anything using his own hands; he was just too distracted with the game.  He did focus a little better when the fortune cookies, rice cookies, and oranges arrived; he is a sweets man, after all.

Mollie, fresh off her complete domination of her new chopsticks and the delicious chicken fried rice we had for dinner, reveled in a rice cookie.

We had a great time, and since then Mollie has been requesting Chinese food as often as she can.