I realized this evening that I am like a tennis-match spectator at our table during suppertime. So I suppose that makes it table tennis, but no matter. Back and forth, back and forth... feeding one, then the other. I'm not going to lie: sometimes it's horrible. Sonja refusing to eat, Haven putting all her food into her water glass, barely being able to eat my own meal, you name it.
Other times, it's just fun and I'm reminded how lucky I am. Case in point:
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