Against the grain

I'm going to need to ask you to mince these...

Ms. MZ is flagrantly disinterested in feeding herself. She has now fully delegated spoon duty to us, and refuses to even think about putting something in her mouth on her own, no matter how prettily I dice the grapes, tofu, whatever. She is appalled by Cheerios, brushes them right off her tray.

On the upside, she'll try anything and last night demonstrated a keen enthusiasm for smoked trout. Next thing you know she'll be wanting pho for breakfast (I'm kvelling!).