Addison takes a long time to eat anything that has more crunch than an apple; more chew than chicken. So, I haul food with me whenever we go out of the house. It´s not that he doesn´t have an appetite. No, this kid loves to eat, but if its not mushy and blended, I have to resort to refried beans at a restaurant (and this is not a pretty sight when it comes out the other end)….anyway….

I fetched a child´s high chair, which is a wood thing that wouldn´t pass safety standards for a rabbit to sit in the States, but alas it´s what we´ve got. His feet dangle, so it’s a challenge to find holes to stick them in such as pants, bathing suits, and high chairs. I got him in the chair and began spooning in the steak, butter, avocado, cherry, and celery goo (you´d be amaze at how good it actually is)…anyway…

He ate and ate. I turned my head for a moment and when I looked back, Addison had almost completely slipped out of the chair and was about to fall on the floor. He was suspended by his crotch in the high chair strap and by his chin, which stuck on the edge of the table.

When I turned my head back to look at him, it took a moment to register that my son was either about to choke or fall onto to the tile floor.

“Oh my gosh!” I said as I set down the greyish food goo. My daughter slapped up a string of spaghetti on the other side of the table as I moved Addison back and readjusted his demeanour.

He’s slippery - not like a snake oil salesman, but literally slippery. If I don´t hold him just right; if I try to carry a glass of water while hauling him down the stairs; if I miss the smallest of straps, he can slip away from me and be splayed flat on the floor in a split second.

Addison finished eating, and I set him under this play gym that was right next to the restaurant. He watched the kids running over him and around him. He giggled and slipped right through a hole of the purple play set as he watched the other kids zoom by.