I always suspected that the food on mommy's plate was better than what she was serving me, but now I KNOW! We went to lunch with some of my baby-girlfriends last week and mommy ordered something delicious that she referred to as french fries. Well, I tried and tried to sample one myself, but mommy kept pushing the plate away. Then, she thought she was being really smart when she sat me on the table with my back to her plate, but really that gave me the opportunity to grab a few. When she thought I was chewing on my letter links, I really was tasting the forbidden fruit of the french fry. I didn't get too far. Mommy got suspicious when I got really quiet and she found me out! Then I had to give up the french fry in my hand and the one in my mouth. No fair! I hope those things make it to the menu again soon.