Elliot said, “Remember when I was a baby? People kept feeding me yogurt, and I didn’t like it.”
“You didn’t like it?”
“No”, he says.
“I’m sorry”, I reply. It must have been so frustrating for him. I remember mixing plain yogurt with a jar of baby fruit almost every morning and feeding it to him. He wore a bib and sat in the high chair.
But he didn’t spit it out. It wasn’t obvious to me that he didn’t like it.
