Last night..

We were having a lovely dinner at the table. We took the tray off the high chair and scooted David up the table so he would feel like he was a part of dinner. He was happily eating a mixture of his own baby food, and food off of Mommy and Daddy's plates when he lost interest after a while. He began spitting out the salmon they would offer him. Mommy and Dad stopped feeding him and continued with their own dinner.

Grandma was not convinced however. She pulled him out of the high chair and sat him on her lap to feed him more. She gave him one spoonful of rice before he started coughing and gagging. I knew what was coming.

Barf. Yup. He threw up all over her plate. I was done eating after that.