jonas has always been…independent. which is just really me saying nicely that he’s a I’LL DO WHAT I WANT BY MYSELF AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME sort of dude.
lately, he’s been rockin’ out the self-feeding. he likes to load up his spoon, shove it in his mouth, and then rinse and repeat. it’s pretty awesome. except that sometimes when we go out to eat somewhere, like say, oh, the dixie cafe, and they give him the BIGGEST SPOON EVER CRAFTED OUT OF CHEAP METAL and he’s all let’s dump my applesauce into my pants!! wee!!!
so we asked the waitress for a smaller spoon just as he dropped it on the floor. perfect timing. and as she walks away with the huge, dirty spoon, all jonas could do was lift a sticky, meatloafy finger in the air and yell POOOOOOON!!! with the most wounded look on his face. POOOOOOOON!!!
you don’t want to see him when he’s angry. you wont like him when he’s angry.
he’ll kill ya.