Parental Ninga-ness

Some may look at this face and think, "How cute", or "Awww", or the like. We enjoy him as well. However, three times a day he becomes our mortal enemy. We devise a battle plan which requires precision timing, careful distractions, swift movements, practiced stealth, and dogged persistence.

What is this battle plan for? Meal times. Our little Adam is just that - little. A mere 2% in weight, in fact. And so we employ our tactics and strategies in order to maximize caloric intake at each meal. "It's for your own good!", we say. But he doesn't seem to be impressed. He flaps his arms, turns away, whines, and exercises his own resistance in our never ending war of wills.

But we always prevail.

In fact, not only do we prevail, we do our job so well that he feels as if nothing happened when our battles have run their course. Not only does he feel this, but it all ends with a smile. We are in, we are out, our opponent does not notice. He smiles.

It is the way of the ninja.