Now that the kid is eating food with her hands, the mess factor in the dining area has multiplied by a factor of ten. What’s worse is that I discover I am no longer able to eat without getting food all over myself. Every day after lunch I look down and sure enough there’s mustard, salsa, chili sauce, ketchup, pasta sauce, or some other mystery food on my shirt. Am I regressing?
In other news, today I saw a dog wearing socks.