A battle of wits

There's a make-you-wonder-if-you-should-laugh-or-cry feeding episode playing at our dinner table tonight. She'd start rubbing her eyes with both hands to refuse eating when the baby spoon approached her mouth. On the contrary, when we approached her with the adult metal spoon, she'd lean forward with a open big mouth. No kidding! It's the spoon that matters! Since the food was too hot to feed her with the metal spoon, that's how we outwit this little naughty one. Metal spoon in one hand, baby spoon with food in the other. Metal spoon approaches, at the moment her mouth wide open, the baby spoon goes in. Voila! Dinner accomplished.

Elle's still under the weather. Poor baby is having pink eye, ear infection in one ear, and cough. Two teeth are breaking through the lower gum.