At five and a half months, I figured it was time to let Otis get a taste for real food...well, baby cereal. He very attentively watches us eat our meals, and seems to lean in as if he's going to steal a bite. However, I have a feeling he's smarter than I give him credit for. He eagerly welcomed the first few spooned bites that I sent his way, even grabbing my hand to help direct it towards his mouth. But every attempt that followed was spit out in quite the drawn-out, dramatic fashion. And after that, I was met with the most dead-pan look of rejection that I've ever received from an infant. He wasn't buying my airplane sounds and fictional tales of 'yummy' for a second longer. Perhaps we'll try again in a few weeks.
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