As you may have heard, I am a big girl. I’m almost all grown up. I sleep through the night, eat solid foods, help mommy in the kitchen, and I can even roll from my tummy to my back. I’m practically an adult!
Mommy is teaching me a new skill. It’s called self feeding, and it has been going very well. Mommy puts little bits of food in front of me, I pick them up with my fingers, and put them in my mouth. It’s easy and I have no trouble with the concept at all.
It’s not really a new skill. I’ve been picking things up and putting them in my mouth for a quite some time. But these bits that mommy has been giving me taste better than anything I’ve put in my mouth before. So I keep most of them in there until they disappear.
When mommy feeds me solid food, she uses something she calls a spoon. If I’m going to be a big girl, I’m going to have to learn to operate this spoon all by myself. I’ve watched mommy do it lots of times. It looks easy. I’m sure I can do it! If only mommy would give me that spoon.
I did manage to get my hands on one of those spoons once. Mommy left one on the table in front of me and disappeared into the kitchen for a moment. I wasted no time. Quickly, I reached out my arms, grabbed that spoon, and held it tight.
It was time for the moment of truth. Could I use the spoon like mommy does? I took a hard look at the utensil, and after a slight adjustment, I had a better hold of it and I was ready. I opened my mouth, and shoved the spoon in. So far so good!
This is where my mouth should end up full of food. But nothing! Not even a drop! Where was the food? I took the spoon out, gave it another hard look, and put it back in my mouth. Still nothing! How do you make the food come out?
I am sure that I was using the spoon correctly. The same way that mommy does it. My spoon handling skills could not be to blame. I tried again and again, but every time I got the same result. All my efforts were in vain. Clearly, the spoon was defective. Just my luck that I would grab a broken spoon.