Social Eater

Last night we had the missionaries over, and while we waited for them to arrive, I thought I would feed Steven some of our dinner, so that he would not be fussy. He wouldn't touch the stuff. He immediately spit it out as soon as I got it past his lips.

After the missionaries arrived and we sat down to eat, Steven decided that he liked dinner. He just started to chow down on everything I fed him. Except for the green beans. But what a silly pickle. He wouldn't eat by himself. He needed the company.