Welcome to the most stressful part of my day: mealtimes. Goodness knows I love my milkshake, but it's just not cutting it to keep me full these days,so I've had to resort to eating big people food. The problem is that each day there are only one or two foods that I will eat, and Mommy usually does not offer me what I want. So I scream and flail until either I'm so exhausted that I give in and eat something or Mommy gives in and brings me something new. Once I get something I like, I stuff it into my mouth as fast as I can without pausing to chew. If I don't have enough on my tray to adequately fill my vast and chubbly cheeks, I scream. And when I see something new and different I want to try (for example, the edge of my tray or the side of my cup), I spit out whatever I've been working on to make room.