Chris and I have been teaching baby Cash a few words in sign language. He's been catching on quite well but struggles with the word 'More'.
After a few bites of dinner and an empty plate, I lean over, smile, and say ,"More?" while pushing my fingers together.
He stares silently, smiling.
"More?" I say as I try again demonstrating with my hands.
He's still smiling. Unmoving.
Frustrated, I tell Chris, "I don't understand why he's not getting it. He's getting every other sign."
A few days later I pull out his dinner at home, serve him a few bits, and when he's done, I sign 'More'.
Radio silence from that boy... but he's got a grin on his face.
I cleaned off the table, did the dishes, and scooped myself some ice cream. Cash and I share a few bites while watching a Baby Einstein video and as I'm putting away the bowl, he frantically runs over and starts signing 'More'.
And that's when I figured it out. It's not that he doesn't know the sign...
My cooking is so awfully atrocious, he doesn't want 'More'.
Cash - 1. Me - 0.