After deftly removing the "ket" from the scene, I simply could not get Devon to let go of "Doggy". (Yes, I know it's a giraffe.) It was a choice between crying--and therefore not eating--or letting him have his way. Thank goodness it's machine washable.
Do you think he knows he's getting away with something?
You might notice that his shirt is all wet from the milk in his cereal. He has also become very good at removing bibs, and I have become resigned to changing his clothes after almost every meal. Who's in charge here, anyway?
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