Zach has begun insisting on feeding himself with a spoon. He wrestles the spoon out of my hand, in fact! But for some reason, I forgot about this and we decided to have yogurt for breakfast.
Zach let me feed him about 3 bites, then he wrested the spoon from my grip. I wrestled it back and took off his shirt, because wiping off skin is easier than doing laundry. When he'd dripped pink all down his chest, I took the spoon again and scooped his body and face clean while he screamed to have the spoon back.
I decided it was hopeless anyway and just let him have a go at it.
This is the result.
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