After seven or eight tries of asking Maya if she’d eat x, y, or z for breakfast, she finally gave the OK to oatmeal. Ten minutes later, I presented her with a toddler bowl of oatmeal and a spoon.

A little later…
So, how’s your oatmeal? I’d noticed she’d pushed the bowl to the opposite side of the tray.
Mmmmmmm! She pulled the bowl back to her, picked up the spoon again, and took a bite.

It was at this point that I realized two things:
1) the oatmeal was still in the bowl, not on her tray, and
2) she was eating with the spoon without getting *any* on her pjs.

*sniff* My little girl is growing up!

THUD.

Excuse me while I race to the other room to see what she dropped on the floor. Please…don’t let it be the oatmeal bowl!

Phew. It’s just her milk in a COVERED sippy cup.