fork and spoon
I've never really been that interested in feeding myself with a spoon until last night. While eating dinner I kept pointing to Mama's spoon so she gave me my own little set...after a few messy attempts I had the hang of it. Mama and Dad clapped and cheered for me...I loved it! I had the biggest smile on my face while I "chased" my food around in the bowl (haven't gotten the hang of "scooping" yet). The corn thought that it was going to sneak away so I had to pick it up and put it on my spoon. Other than that...dinner was a success! My shirt on the other hand...had a date with Spray n' Wash.
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