highchair dictator

As Cael loads up the back of his little jeep with peas and drives it around the tray- I laugh and wonder, “What exactly is wrong with letting them play with their food?” When he giggles maniacally, picking up his plate and turning it upside down, smearing remnants of food around and around, when he shoves handfuls of bread in his mouth and shakes his head back and forth, then I think “That’s why!”