Tonight, after sitting down to dinner (my rockin' awesome stromboli), Quin started fussing. I was thinking he was tired, so I started feeding him quickly to avoid a possible (and rare) meltdown. ***Side note: He's pretty much on all people food now, except for the ever rare occasion when baby food is the only thing handy to feed him. Anyway, so thinking stromboli was a bit too grown up for him, I started spooning him baby food. Not cool. So, I tried giving him a piece of bread. The screaming ensued. Milk in his sippy (which he's a pro at), no go. Finally, not wanting to hear him scream throughout the whole meal, I just took him out of his high chair and held him on my lap. That's when he started reaching for my plate of food. Fed up, I thought why not and forked him a smallish bite. Loved it. He probably ate his very own little slice, after all I had given him, the stink.
He could've just asked.
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