Mila hasn't uttered the words "I do it" yet, but she is quickly running towards that finish line. She's running to that finish line while wearing a scowl, by the way.
That's her "Give me the damn spoon, woman" face.
Clearly it matters if I hold the spoon. I mean, so much food ended up in her face.
And then back out of her face because ... yeah. Putting food in Mila's mouth is very similar to trying to shove water into a sprinkler while it's on. She likes to blow raspberries the second you get near her which is exactly why there is smashed up avocado on my ceiling. And walls. And behind the fridge.
I should probably clean that up.
And just let the kid hold the spoon.
