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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><updated>2005-01-05T18:04:40Z</updated><id>tag:blog.limedaley.com,2018:/isso/thread/post/growing-up-fast</id><title>Comments for blog.limedaley.com/post/growing-up-fast</title><entry><id>tag:blog.limedaley.com,2018:/isso/71/325</id><title>Comment #325</title><updated>2005-01-05T18:04:40Z</updated><author><name>jondaley</name></author><link href="https://blog.limedaley.com/post/growing-up-fast#isso-325" /><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;He got a couple things last night with the fork, and ate them, I remember specifically a piece of tomato.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I did have to help with with the parsley (in the tabbouleh), but he thought it was neat to see how I used my finger to stop the parsley so it could be scooped with the fork, rather than being stabbed.&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blog.limedaley.com,2018:/isso/71/324</id><title>Comment #324</title><updated>2005-01-05T17:48:14Z</updated><author><name>Joyful</name></author><link href="https://blog.limedaley.com/post/growing-up-fast#isso-324" /><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I remember now - he speared a piece of bread with a fork, and successfully brought it to  his mouth to eat it.&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry></feed>