Sometimes we go on an evening walk, which has always been known as a baby walk. Sometimes as we walk along Syme Street an old feller comes out and offers us a couple of bananas, a mandarin, or once, some christmas candy canes, for the boys. He's quite taken with them.
On Sunday night Marcus wouldn't eat leftover veg lasagne at dinner. Whinged for a while. During bath, changed tune to whinge about going for a baby walk. On and on and on about it. While getting dressed admitted he was hungry and hoped if we went on a baby walk that the old man would give him some food. Sad, silly, but devious and possibly brilliant.