Last night we went out for dinner with some of the other kids in Carolyn’s playgroup (and their parents) at default favorite Matsu. Carolyn, as usual, had miso soup with extra tofu cubes and nori, some steamed sticky rice, and half a harumaki. All very much as normal. But then, as Kat started on her Manhattan roll with citrus tobiko, Carolyn grabbed a piece and stuffed it into her mouth.
Her first sushi—I was so proud. We know she liked it, too, because after demolishing the first piece, she grabbed another one and ate most of the contents.
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(And did I have the camera with me? Of course not. One of the other daddies had a camera phone, though, so hopefully I’ll be able to update this entry with a picture.)