Yesterday, we ate a wonderful lunch at my mom's house. I served my young boys and then sat them at the dining room table to eat.
Son #2 savored each morsel of pasta and corn that he was able to nibble from his spoon. He smiled and cooed happily. I even gave him a bite of french bread. Then for no apparent reason, he began to fuss.
I offered him more pasta but he rubbed his face in disdain. I offered him more corn but he turned away and kicked his legs. Was he throwing a little fit? Possibly.
I decided to test my suspicion by offering a bite of bread. He immediately stopped fussing and cooed.
He's learning to manipulate early.