Every time I feed Baby solid foods, we end up in a staring triangle. I look at Baby, because I'm trying to feed him with a spoon. Baby looks at Loki, because Loki is so very interesting to look at. And Loki looks at me, because I have a spoon full of food in my hand.
I'm picturing it in my head, and I keep hearing the theme to "A Fistful of Dollars" playing in my head -- it sounds like a classic Mexican standoff, waiting to see who's going to be the first one to make a move...
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