Today I took Jonathan to a play group at RAF Akrotiri for the first time in months. At first, he just sat with me and watched the other kids. After a while, he stood next to me. I eventually took him over to a house-like toy where he could spin some toy birdies and open and close a door. He ended up playing in that for quite some time - especially once a little girl with blond curls came over with a bag of Cheetos.

They opened the door together and she scooted the structure, and Jonathan, around in circles. All the while, she ate her Cheetos. Every so often, she would reach out to Jonathan with a Cheeto; he would take a bite, and she would eat the rest of it. It seemed as though these two little ones were playing house together. She had found the way to his heart by feeding him Cheetos, and in return, they played house and she scooted Jonathan along with the rest of the house.

I was very surprised that Jonathan did not reach for the bag even once - or the Cheetos she offered him for that matter. He was perfectly willing to let this little girl feed him.