Since oh, I don’t know, the day I started feeding David solids, he’s refused to eat off a spoon.
At first he’d grab the spoon and guide it to his mouth.
Then he just all-out refused to eat off a spoon. He wouldn’t eat anything off a spoon; yogurt, cereal, not even ice cream.
That’s right, he refused ICE CREAM. My son has standards, and he will not be convinced to lower them with ice cream, thankyou, sir.
So we only feed him finger foods.
The only thing that bothered me (besides the fact that this was just one more waymy son was wielding power over me) was that I wondered how he’d ever transition to feeding himself with a fork.
Then at a Christmas dinner at church, David grabbed a fork off the table and started eating off my plate. MY plate; the kid has some nerve. He knows what he’s doing because instead of getting mad that he was eating MY food, I was all “TOM! LOOK! DAVID’S EATING WITH A FORK!!”
No turning back. Now David demands to use a fork, even when it doesn’t make sense.
Like when eating Cheerios. (We don’t have baby forks because we weren’t quite ready for this transition, so he’s using plastic forks.)
He always eats with his left hand. Three out of four of his grandparents are left-handed. So were five out of the last seven presidents.
I don’t mean that as a prediction or anything, but more like a cliff-hanger at the end of a scary story.