Dear Son #2,
I think you must have some secret baby spidey sense that detects when I sit down with a hot meal. I mean, you’re dead to the world until,
“BING! Mommy’s sitting down for 5 seconds I must let out a blood curdling scream that she just can’t ignore no matter how much she tries because I’ve got maternal instinct and hormones on my side MWHAHAHA!”
It’s okay Son, I’ll eat it cold, with one hand and most of it ending up on my lap… as long as your happy.