kenny's mouth

We have a new refrain around here during mealtimes: "No, it goes in Kenny's mouth."

Mr. Man has not grown tired of testing the trajectory of edible items, and it is only enhanced by his desire to feed Sadie, who, as we all know, is slowly dying of malnutrition (or so she'd like us to believe). During meals, Kenny will take a handful of food, glance up at myself or Overboard, and fling it to the ground. Sadie, who has been patiently waiting about 12 inches away, pounces as if she were back on the mean streets of St. Louis, and Kenny giggles to himself. Sometimes there is no giggling, just a steely look in his eye that seems to say, "Take that!"

As it's relatively impossible to reason with a 16-month old, we are forced to utter things like, "No!" or "Ah-ah-ah" or "No, it goes in Kenny's mouth."

Lest ye think the food solely goes south, Kenny is also quite adept at grabbing at his hair and smearing all sorts of things there. Then he gets peeved when we try to untangle his curly, matted locks, and dislodge the bananas, yogurt, pasta sauce, or poultry products that have been ground in.

Let's just say a normal dinner looks a bit like this...


Some food actually makes it into his mouth.

Some food makes it into his hair.

A lot of food makes it onto the floor.

Sadie bides her time by patiently waiting, er, whining (and whining...and whining...).

Sadie inhales the discarded food so quickly she can hardly be tracked by modern photographic equipment.

First the floor, then the seat. Sometimes she's nice enough to wait for us to remove Kenny first.