Pride, and then......

Yesterday Myles and I went to the Halal restaurant for lunch. He loves their toothpick mutton and I sometimes cannot live without their hot-pepper eggs. One of the waitresses who was there earlier this summer when we were here was so happy to see him (we're getting that a lot of places).
Myles did not have much success with chopsticks (Kwai Zi?) during our previous stay in China. However yesterday h decided he was going to make it work. After only a few fumbles, he was easily shoveling carrots into his mouth.


But then, the sweetness of success did not give him a lasting satisfaction. Once he felt as though he had mastered the task, chopsticks returned to their special place at play. It was all Goo-Goo-Ga-Choo after that.