Please Sir, I Want Some More

The youngest three behave as if they are starving. Perpetual mooches, it is rare when we are eating that someone doesn't hover around, begging for food. We give in, of course, and sometimes all three then descend upon us like little birds with their beaks open. This happened again last night when they devoured Ainsley's unfinished pasta and about 1/4 of my dinner as well (Gracie even liked the caesar salad).

Evidence of our little Olivers: