When Andrew started eating solid foods, specifically finger foods like those little puffy things and Cheerios, Molly learned to listen for the little tasty bits hitting the floor. (My sister-in-law Kari comments about our clean floor and I'm always quick to remind her that Molly's middle name is "Hoover".) Well, tonight Molly discovered a whole new world. Tonight was also a night when Andrew was feeding himself his main course. See for yourself . . .
OK, I realize the organic pasta primavera is not traditionally a "finger food", however, Andrew was not interested in eating from a spoon . . . he wanted to do it himself.
Molly has reared up and made an interesting discovery.
Apparently there's enough to share . . .
Andrew doesn't mind sharing . . .
Ewwwww! Did you see that beagle tongue?!?!?! However, I must say that it is more efficient than a measly wipey.
I think Andrew may have been horrified by the beagle tongue curling between his fingers. And no, I didn't make him continue to eat with a beagle spit covered hand. I cleaned him up, removed the tray, and we started over again with the meal Andy really wanted . . . barley cereal with apples and cherries. With a spoon.