There's a Lot I Forgot About Babies: The Grammy Diaries

I was totally unprepared for Damon’s next move. The little spoon was made out of hard plastic that must have felt good on his gums. Upon the approach of the next buzzing bee, Damon’s left hand shot out and he grabbed the spoon from my hand. He misjudged his first attempt to find his mouth and the sticky spoon landed in his hair, but he rapidly recalculated the proper direction and speed, and into his mouth it went. With his hand gripped around the handle and his jaws clamped on the spoon’s ...