Mommy set me down at the dining room table. I saw that she had made Shepherd’s Pie, one of my childhood favorites. I didn’t have a fork though. Instead, mommy had two. She grabbed the bib from this morning off the table and tied it around me. She then picked up one of her forks and began to feed me. She was no less messy with this then she was the oatmeal, mashed potatoes, cheeze, and sauce all ending up on my bib and face. The only things not on my bib were the peas, and that’s only because they rolled off the bib. When she was done feeding me, mommy began to eat her own meal, leaving me in my messy state. Every so often she would look at me and giggle, no doubt at how childish I looked.