I looked down at the food. Daddy always said I had to try everything, so I did. I didn’t like it. I tried the drink, now that tasted a little like milk so I drank it, even though it was in a sippy cup. When the lady saw I wasn’t eating the food, she came over and tried to feed it to me. When I started to complain, she stuck the spoon full of food into my mouth.
I found this repeated several times. Every time I opened my mouth to complain, she stuffed it full of food. I definitely needed that bib before the meal was over. When the bowl was empty, the lady cleaned me up and took the bib off.