“Let toddlers feed themselves…” they said.
“Let them play with their food…” they said.
“Let them explore the textures with their hands…” they said.
…
“Why the hell did I let him do that?!” I said.
“Please stop putting that sodding yoghurt in your hair, Ben!” I said,
“I’ve had enough of this crap, time for a Gin…” I said.
Mealtimes.
On nights that I’m just too exhausted to think, I try to find the least messiest meal so I won’t have to clean up! And of course my toddler doesn’t want that and I end up caving and giving him spaghetti that ends up looking like there has been a massive spaghetti explosion after he’s done! Oh the joys of toddler life.