Jamie has recently become obsessed with toy forks, spoons and knives. He is very particular about carrying one (or more) of them around with him at all times. At church on Sunday a pair of elderly ladies in the pew behind us were commenting on his fork:
"Oh, how cute. He has a fork," said the first.
"He what?" asked the other, obviously a little hard of hearing.
"He has a FORK!" the first woman hissed.
Jamie fusses and cries if he drops his fork or if it's taken away during meals (I know that doesn't make sense - to take a fork away during a meal - but he just gets it all icky with half-chewed food when he puts it in his mouth). He also beams with pleasure when it's given back. Is his security object, indeed, a fork? He'd rather have that than a soft blanket, a well-loved stuffed animal, or a soothing pacifier? It's somewhat disturbing.
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