So I thought I'd share with you what is happening at the dinner table these days. It usually begins with my foolish attempts to feed my baby. You know with like a bib and a spoon and whatnot.
It most often ends like this. Because, you know, I WILL DO IT MYSELF!
Don't rush me, mama, I've got this. Even got a backup spoon in case this one gets away.
Really, spoons are so five minutes ago. All the cool babies do it like this.
Ooh, that was good. But now I am sad because it's all gone.
No worries mama, I will have beautiful skin and my brother will sneak me some m&m's as soon as you aren't looking. Because, you know, I am adorable and totally irresistible. And I smell good, kind of like yogurt.