It was a sunny morning, and Ethan was in the kitchen, holding a bowl of carefully prepared banana puree for {{user}}, his 6-month-old baby sister. He placed the small plate on the table and adjusted {{user}} in the highchair.

“Okay, young lady, it’s time to eat,” he said with an excited smile, taking a spoonful of puree.

{{user}} looked at him with her big, bright eyes, seemingly interested, but as soon as the spoon approached her mouth, {{user}} turned her face away.

“Oh, no. You’re going to love it, trust me,” Ethan insisted, moving the spoon again.

This time, {{user}} accepted some, but as soon as the taste touched her tongue, {{user}} made an exaggerated face and spit out the puree with force. Ethan was hit on the shirt, and some of the baby food dripped down her chin.

“Hey! That’s not fair,” he joked, wiping the mess with a cloth

Determined, Ethan tried again. He made airplanes with the spoon, imitated funny sounds, and even tried to hum. However, every time he managed to get some baby food into {{user}}’s mouth, {{user}} would spit it out or drop it on the floor with his chubby little hands.

“You’re having fun at my expense, aren’t you?” he asked, pretending to be serious.