As I suspected, he adored them. He is very methodical, very logical, so these appealed to his inner engineer. He also doesn't appreciate his various food items touching each other, so the plates worked like a charm.
Since then, he
Well, I was feeling ill yesterday, and Daddy, not being privy to the odd routines of a five year old, attempted to serve Mr. P his lunch on a regular plate.
It was so not pretty.
I can understand the perspective of hey, is a particular plate really all that important in the grand scheme of life?
And to those that live daily with a child, the short answer is yes. So even though I wasn't feeling great, I went ahead and got a clean one out of the dishwasher. Yeah, yeah, talk to me another day about undercutting my husband's authority, blabbity blah...
After I had served him his now-appropriately proportioned lunch, he, with all of the self-righteous anger that only a five year old can muster, pointed at Hubba-hubba and said, "Daddy, you are fired!"
If only life were that easy, kid.