My granddaughter likes to eat. She is top of the charts for height and only middle of the charts for weight, so she isn't fat. She is kind of slim, but she weighs pretty much because she is top of the height chart. her body must know that she needs food. Perhaps she will be really tall, or perhaps she will get her height early and quit before she gets tall. I don't know.
I do know that she likes to eat and eat and eat. Her brother is almost three and El eats at least as much, but probably more than he does. She eats it faster. She eats things that she finds on the floor, but I have noticed that since the time she found a piece of feces and put it in her mouth and spit and spit and spit it out, she has become a little more discriminating.
We were outside on a sunny day last week and El came bringing me a rock. She took my hand and turned it over, palm side up to receive the rock. I have noticed that she brings me little presents of things she finds and does this, takes my hand and turns it over to receive it. It is all fun and games until the thing she is giving me is a mud ball or a wet crumpled leaf. At least she is not eating those things for the most part these days.
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