As expected at this age, we are going through a bit of an independent streak when it comes to eating. We haven’t quite mastered spoons but are getting better at them. If I had one of them a full spoon, usually it goes (well, at least what hasn’t dropped onto the tray) into their mouths.
For obvious reasons we eat shirtless, and after every couple of spoonfuls that I hand Abby, I’ll take the spoon and scrape some of the fallen applesauce off of her chest and feed it to her. (what? its clean.) Today, I dipped the spoon into the applesauce and handed it to Abby. She proceeded to feed it (well, most of it) to herself, scrape her chest with spoon, and put the spoon back in her mouth.
I almost died laughing.