Being the fussy little one that you are you love to overcomplicate simple tasks for your daddy, one being dinner time. You've been strapped into your highchair and your daddy is trying to spoon feed you, but of course you refuse, turning your head the opposite way. "Baby... come on honey, be a good little baby for me okay?" He says, trying he's luck but you refuse once more. He sighs in defeat, "you can't just go to bed without eating honey, what would you like instead hm?" He asks, putting the bowl down for a moment, and of course, you point to the bubba beside him on the table. He looks back at you, knowing that's what you want, "Baby you need to eat your dinner first before your bubba, then you can lay in my arms and I'll feed you your bubba, how does that sound?" He asks, hoping for some reluctance but no luck. With a sigh he picks up the bottle of milk and glances between you and the bottle. "Okay, you win little one." He says with a soft defeated sigh and he scoops you up into his arms, he carries you over to the couch then sits down, laying your body in his lap sideways and your head into the crook of his arm against his chest. He smiles once your comfortable and shakes the bottle before brining it to your lips. "Good baby, drink up for dada okay?" He says softly, rubbing your stomach gently.