Last night, just as I was getting ready to eat my dinner, my bowl flew in the air and all of the food fell out. I jumped out of the way, and then I didn’t know what to do.
Mom told me to go ahead and eat even though my dinner was sprinkled all over three rooms. She even kept my brother away while I was eating. He wanted to eat my dinner.
I don’t know why she took my picture and kept laughing. She was talking to herself, too, saying, “Dinner on the grounds. Dinner on the grounds.” (She might have been a little hysterical.)
This morning, breakfast was just like usual. But I’m a little afraid to get close to the food mat until I know the bowl is not going to fly around the room.