He’s trying, but the Monkey hasn’t mastered the art of self-feeding. Half of his shredded cheese ends up in his lap instead of his mouth. Animal cookies lose their heads and feet before being flung across the dining room during a particularly passionate babble. And yogurt … the boy LOVES yogurt. He’s like a mini Michael Weston with his addiction.
He allowed me to feed him half the container before insisting on taking on spoon responsibilities by himself. At first, he was all poise and manners — dipping the spoon carefully into the plastic container and then bringing the yogurt into his mouth. Maybe he wasn’t getting enough on the spoon. Maybe his wrist was getting tired. Maybe he just wanted to use his hands. But madness — and hilarity — ensued.
So this is my child … on yogurt. And after dinner? He went straight into the tub.