I’ll be pounding away at the keyboard and my son will boot his little buns down the hallway adjacent (it’s a long one 17 feet, in fact) and when he gets there smirk, smile with his eyes and shove his fist to his mouth – his sign approximation for eat. That’s how I know it’s time to wrap things up and make my way to the dinner table!
An interesting side benefit to signing I guess, huh! My wife, lazy as she is, employs my son to beckon me to the dinner table!
At some point I guess the little guy found it amusing to get me to come to the table earlier by doing the sign without being prompted. Not without reason of course, it usually coincided with his hunger and need for food due to a later than usual dinner. My, do they catch on quickly!