Mom, I love carrots. Eating them, wearing them - it doesn't matter to me. I just love them.
But Mom? You really need to feed me faster. A growing boy can only wait so long between spoonfuls. One second, maybe two, tops. Step it up here, lady.
Mom! I said I'm hungry. Do you want me to feed myself? I can, but it won't be pretty!
I can't believe you left this right here, right within my reach! You're slipping, mom. Totally slipping.
Got it! Now, how does this thing work? Are there instructions on the bottom? The spoon usually just comes to my face automatically...it seems to be be broken today.
The answer must be in here...somewhere. Maybe underneath all of these carrots? Hmm, this is harder than it looked.
There we go! That's how it's done!