I nodded, and she tied it around my neck and took out my paci. She pulled the coffee table up closer to the couch and sat down on it. She stirred the oatmeal in the spoon and pulled a glob of oatmeal out of the bowl. “Here comes the airplane!” She said, making airplane noises as she pushed the spoon towards me. I opened my mouth and in went the spoon. The oatmeal was good, it tasted like there was cinnamon in it. When she pulled the spoon out of my mouth she seemingly on purpose let some of the leftover oatmeal drop onto my bib.
“See what mommy was talking about? Such a messy eater! Good thing you have a bib or else you would have dirtied your pretty dress” She teased. I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could there was another spoon of oatmeal in my mouth.