"Moar," says Bayboh from his highchair, serious and pleading at the same time.

"More cake?" I ask.

"Yeah," he furrows his brow in concentration, staring me down, daring me to refuse him.

"Ok, or... Are you hungry?"


"Do you want some rice and lentils?"


"No? Are you hungry or do you just like the cake?"


I look at him.

"Cake.  Moar!  CAKE!"