Dad here.
Matthew did the cutest thing this morning. Something that I do not remember seeing him do before. After I fed him his usual weekend breakfast (consisting of Yo!Baby yogurt and instant oatmeal mixed with apple sauce), he sat in my lap and pointed to my breakfast, obviously wanting me to feed it to him. It was nothing to get excited about -- Cheerios with banana and blueberries -- but he wanted it anyway. I had to feed him about 10 spoon fulls and wait for him to get off of my lap before I could dig in.
I guess this is a genetic trait. His Aunt Andrea did this exact thing to Deda when she was about Matthew's age except she ate all of the meat off of his dinner plate... Give Matthew some time, eh?
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