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My parents always talk about how, as a kid, I didn't want my food to touch any other food on my plate.  I'm not sure why but perhaps it's genetic.

Yesterday, I took my son to Jimmy John's for lunch.  He wanted a turkey slim sandwich with cheese.  I had the Billy Club.

Whether it's a cheeseburger, egg sandwich or ear of corn  -- my son doesn't change his hand positions when he eats.

He has one hand stuck on each end. 

When he's finished with a burger, he leaves what amounts to a smiley face or quarter-of-a-moon shape.

In the past though, like most of us, he's eaten a sub sandwich starting at the end.

Yesterday was the first time I saw him apply the other technique.

Here's the proof:

And yes -- he eventually had, as he put it, two sandwiches instead of one.