I don't know if Proust would approve, but le Petit eats his madeleines hump-first. Sometimes he just nibbles off the hump and gives the rest to me.
Le Petit is always excited when we walk into the bakery. He doesn't understand why we have to stand in line, and starts to yell "pain!" "pain!" with increasing intensity. I remind him to use his indoor voice, but it is more for form than for anything else. Once outside I rip off an end of the baguette, hand it to him and watch him devour it hungrily.
He already drinks the watery stuff from the top of the petit suisse yogurt containers. How long will it be before he's calculating the correct angle for slicing camembert and expertly wielding a pair cornichon tongs?