Little Sprout is on my last nerve. Seriously.
Mr. Barefoot has this weird prejudice against food on the floor, probably due to his passion for walking around the apartment barefoot and the unpleasant sensation that cold mashed potatoes creates when smashed under your foot.
Unfortunately for me, Little Sprout has a weird prejudice about food on her high chair tray. This results in quite a bit of - you guessed it - food on the floor.
This usually leaves me in the job of food-picker-upper, which (strangely enough) I happen to have a weird prejudice against.
Is it okay if I just don't feed her until she is old enough to know not to throw her food on the floor?