Learning to do things by yourself is not an easy endeavor, and there are bound to be some messes. Feeding yourself yogurt would be one of those times when messes are simply unavoidable. But Z loves yogurt, and is always so happy when you plop the bowl down in front of him, and hand over the spoon. It ends up in his hair, and on the table and chair, and even on the curtain behind him, but his smile makes it all worth it. He will even open up the fridge and pull out a yogurt, walk over to his chair and climb up by himself, declaring loudly, "Eeee, eee, Yoyjo!" Who am I to deny him?
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