Pointing Fingers

Anyone who has ever shared a meal with a toddler can tell you that it is often a battle of wills and an appropriate occasion to wear a poncho or smock to protect yourself from flying food and debris. We have grown quite accustomed to the mealtime warfare here. Flying applesauce, sippy cups and spoons loaded with sweet potatoes are battled with cries of "no, no, no!", lots of papertowels and floor mopping. However last night our tiny dinner overlord looked up at me after being scolded for throwing his pasta on the floor and exclaimed "No, No!" while pointing and wagging his finger at me.

I spent the rest of the night rethinking my tactical procedures....