Sonya eats like a Holocaust survivor. Whenever it is eating time, which is whenever it is whenever, we cannot keep food in front of her. We set food in front of her. As we turn around, we hear the sound as of a mighty rushing wind. When we look at her again, the food is gone. When she is not sitting in her chair eating, she crawls around under the table eating any particles foolish enough to have fallen there. It doesn't even have to be food. It simply must be small.
That is all.