Strap me in my chair, snap on that tray, clear off the toys, velcro on a fabulous bib and voila... you have a boy who is ready to chow down. Bring it on solid food, I can handle it. We eat with our cheeks, right? Or maybe it's our forehead. Oh wait, I know, I wait for mom to spill it on my bib and then I suck it off.
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