One for the memory books. Lately Badger’s been sharing her meals with me — holding out a bit of (hopefully not too pre-chewed) food from her plate to me, and announcing “nummy!” This means I am to eat it from her hand, baby bird-style. Grabbing with my own hand is not acceptable. Refusing is Right Out, unless listening to her say “nummy! Nummy! Nummy? Nummy? Nummy?” for 10 minutes feels like a better alternative.
I realize that many people would find this a little — gross. But my feeling is that there is a Continuum of Grossness with children, with, say, a smidge of infant spit-up on one end, and poop in the bathtub at the other. I would put “nummy!”s at around a three.
This is probably as good a place as any to mention that we are old-hand baby-led weaners (weaners, heh heh), so if it seems weird that she’s sitting up at the table, eating off a plate and was provided with a fork (not that she’s using it, mind you) that’s why. It’s worked fantastically for us and I highly recommend it to lazy parents everywhere.