Today Maddie decided that not only was her bib too cumbersome for mealtime, but so was her fleece pullover.
I removed both offending items in an effort to keep the good times rolling at lunch, but that strategy didn’t work out. I kept trying to feed Maddie yogurt, but those dang long sleeve were taunting her after every bite.
She was pulling at them and yelling back at them. (do sleeves yell?)
I’m not sure what those crafty sleeves had done to spark her anger, but there was no turning back.
Would rolling the sleeves up trigger a reversal of fortune? No, of course not – rolling up the sleeves only inflamed a bad situation. Maddie screeched at me to release her from the bondage known as long-sleeves.
The sleeves were dry and they weren’t scratchy, but Maddie made it clear that they were a No-Go. So should I put the baby to bed hungry or should we try the topless option?
I peeled off the offending garment and suddenly a peace settled over the high chair. With no evil sleeves to torment her, Maddie enjoyed the rest of her meal in complete peace.