Yesterday I was walking home from the store when I noticed that Mito, the one-year-old in my host family was more-or-less unattended (his brother Tautua had fallen asleep on the job).


Mito, free of restrictions and supervision, had discovered a pot of noodles and taro left on the stove and decided to have a mid-afternoon snack. Mito does like to share, so one of the cats was joining him.

He then tried to offer me some of his noodley mush.

I respectfully declined.