Anytime Noah sees the pantry door open, he goes in and brings me a tub of applesauce and says "Sauce."  And, nine times out of ten, I distract him with something else as I take it away and throw it back in the snack basket.  Every now and then, though, you just have to pull off his shirt and let him enjoy a sweet treat.
 It always starts out good, using the spoon and all.
 It always starts out good, using the spoon and all. Then, he gives up the spoon and goes for the two-handed dip.
 Then, he gives up the spoon and goes for the two-handed dip.
I'm (sometimes) a smart mommy, as I pulled off his shirt before ever plopping him in the chair.  I will note that I had to replace his pants after he finished, as they were splattered with apples.  His hair somehow escaped the stickiness this time.  (His belly - not so lucky!)
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