Cooked Cereal

So, you have to let them feed themselves, right? I mean, that's how they learn. They'll never figure it out if they don't have the chance to do it on their own. But somehow Henry always seems the most interested in feeding himself when it's breakfast time with cooked cereal. It starts out okay, he takes the spoon out of my hand and mostly gets it into his mouth. But before long there's some in his ear and in his pajama pants and between his toes. I'm not sure if you can tell from the picture or not, but this cereal is like a million tiny super-sticky pellets. They are impossible to clean up, and if you don't clean them up within two-and-a-half minutes they dry up and turn into cement. So after Henry had emptied the bowl, turned it over to use as a drum for a moment, then thrown it on the floor so the dog could lick up the remains, I had to take him to the sink, strip him down and rinse him off. On the way he managed to transfer a few more of the mega-adhesive bits to my sweatshirt, neck and hair. Now he's in his onsie and sweatshirt (wasn't patient enough to let me put pants on him) and working very hard to close his fingers in his dresser drawer. He also seems to think the computer is called "dog".