You remind me, that my late father would sit one of my little girls, on each one of his knees.

The 3 of them would eat from his dinner plate.

Their wee fingers would weave thru his food to his grandfatherly delight. My mother, their grandmother, would carry-on so. She couldn't stand it. "Sam how could you let them do this to the food on your plate"!

"Why Rosie dear, it makes the food taste sweeter"!