Should we call Zagat's?

There's been a subtle shift in dining preference in our house. Slowly but surely, Samson is moving away from the floor-based selections and opting for the food in his lap.

No matter how close in we put the highchair tray, he still manages to lose some food to his lap. Which he then, despite the abundance of food on his tray, hunts down and eats. Even so, I never take him out of the highchair without a corresponding cascade of crumbs [how's that for a nice alliteration?]

Lord only knows what his size 12-18M corduroys lend to pieces of scrambled egg or strawberry, but I'm sensing a trend.

In what may be a related development, we've also noticed he likes the goldfish crackers that have somehow found their way under him in the stroller.