This spoon was in the kitchen of the beach house we stayed in last week.
Upon initial inspection (size, cute factor, my forgetting to pack any toddler-sized flatware, etc.), I decided it was the perfect spoon for feeding one year old T.
I was mistaken.
In fact, T, despite his inability to speak, has still managed to officially declare this the most confusing/frustrating spoon in America.
You see, T loves hot dogs. Loves them.
This means that whenever we gave him this spoon, the poor guy would see his oatmeal on one end of the spoon and the hot dog on the other. Quite understandably, he went for the hot dog approximately 100% of the time.
What a tease for T…
What a mess of oatmeal, falling off the other end of the spoon!
And for those who are concerned, please note that we did switch to a different spoon, since we never knowingly torture the children. Still, once they have the idea that hot dogs are an option, no one is eating oatmeal. Cue the spitting noise…
Thanks for the oatmeal shower, T.
Excuse me while I go get a wash cloth…
And while I’m getting that, could someone please boil this kid a hot dog?
Let’s give T a taste instead of a tease!