What a difference four kids makes

Kid #1: You dutifully wait until six months on the dot.  You buy a box of rice cereal, mix it with some breastmilk, sit the baby in the brand new highchair, put on the bib that matches her outfit, and feed her a few spoonfuls of rice cereal, documenting the glorius milestone with 329 pictures.

Kid #4: You decide, when your baby is almost six months, that you are way too embarrased to admit that your baby's first solid food may or may not have been a french fry stolen from you, or a taste of ice cream that he face planted into when he wanted to know what was so yummy.  You plop him down in the highchair, (by now covered with the fossilzed remains of three other children,) grab a ripe banana from the counter, and feed him a few mushy spoonfuls, remembering only at the very end to capture his "Mom, are you trying to kill me?" looks with your phone's camera. 

Not so sure about this.

Nope, not gonna do it. 

Just give me the french fries and ice cream instead!