I insist that I feed myself, despite the fact that most of it ends up on the table.
In fact, if I am not permitted to feed myself I will scream and trash around;
And that spoon I am holding, well lets just say it will become a speeding missile aimed at your head.
But obviously I am successful at getting my way.
See my smile?
Sunday, December 20, 2009
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Our kids must be the same age! Natalie does the same thing...and also insists that her food not be broken up. Silly kids!
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