In our house, eating is an exploration. We smell, touch and taste our food. Though it’s not complete anarchy — we draw the line at spitting or throwing food, and I’m not too patient when Sadie wipes her greasy hands in her hair. Nonetheless, she still manages to be covered head to toe with food. And although she's mastered the art of eating with her hands, sometimes they just don't cut it.
Why use hands?
Cut out the middle man
So proud :)
I realize we have quite a task ahead of us in teaching Sadie proper manners, but for the time being I’ll take my messy-handed vegetable lover over a well-mannered picky eater. It’s not like she's an animal (though it appears like it sometimes), it’s just the way she gets the most pleasure out of eating. :) As long as she's eating, we're happy.
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