Loren is still gone fishing with dad, so it is just me and Rosie, baby Cora that is. She is so independent; it could drive a person nuts. She wants to use her own utensils and would rather sit at the table. Hence, the I am going to slither out of my high chair pose. I am a little concerned about her use of a fork, but at that point, the screeching was about all I could handle. Fine take the fork; Poke your eye out. If it is like this now, teenage years will be interesting