Second Son is eating finger food -- picked up with his own fingers!
Scooped up and crammed into his mouth would better describe the process.
The important thing is: He's getting food from his tray into his mouth without one of us. Life just got easier. And messier.
In other news, it's so windy Kansas Dad had to chase down the top of our charcoal grill. He also had to wear a hat and gloves to take care of the chickens.
Second Daughter tried to con Kansas Dad into a second bedtime story by claiming that she had picked one and Boots (Curious George in a pink dress) picked the other. He was not convinced.