Hannah is usually a happy-go-lucky kind of girl. She smiles at strangers, laughs at silly noises, adores exploring and can entertain herself for long periods of time with her toys. She loves music, dancing and reading books.
Hannah sat in her high chair, half eating and half distracted by the world around her. We had reached the point in her evening meal where each new spoonful becomes an adventure – will it go in and be swallowed in its entirety? Will it be refused at the last second and end up as part of the general splatter around the high chair? Or, Hannah’s new favourite, will it be turned into a fine mist and sprayed all over dad?