After losing two ceramic bowls to Tory’s wild eating habits, the brilliant idea of… wait, I can hear you thinking, “why were they using ceramic bowls to feed a child…” An understandable thought, but when you’ve gone through (read: broken) most of the “unbreakable” kids bowls, you turn in the end to what ever is clean… so, back to it… lost two nice dishes, got a brilliant idea, and bought some plastic bowls with big suction cups on the bottom. Sweet.
The concept seems brilliantly straight forward. A lightweight bowl, suctioned to the high chair tray, means he can’t pick it up and drop it. Problem solved? Uh, not quite.
Instead of merrily eating along, I watch in slack jawed amazement as he tries a few times to pick up the bowl, fail, then proceed to push on the bowl, long enough and hard enough, that when it finally breaks loose, it goes flying across the room like a slingshot. Nice.
So in addition to sweeping up what ever he’s dropped off the side, I also had the pleasure of wiping mashed chicken and kale off the wall.
I’m convinced that the entertainment value alone is worth having kids.
What is it about little kids and throwing food all over? We probably did the same thing to Dad.
I’m sure we did. Wonder how much patience he had for it.