To say that Conor loves watermelon is an injustice. There are no words strong enough to describe his affection for it. His first taste was last weekend at his friend Griffin's house. He enjoyed it, so we tried it again last night. He was able to hold his own slice and eat it well enough, and we could tell he was enjoying it by his little "mmmmmm" noises.
What we didn't count on was that he'd try to eat the rind, too. When we took that away from him, he was beside himself. He cried. Hard. I'm not talking pouty, whiney cries - these were full on sobs with HUGE tears streaming down his face. He could see the leftover rinds on the table and just pointed and cried. (Of course we gave him a little more then quickly removed all traces of the leftovers from sight.)
Today at lunch, he enjoyed a presliced serving with no leftovers anywhere in sight: