Let's take a look at how our attempts at solid food are going:
Just hanging out in our high chair ...
Snuck in a little applesauce ...
... and it apparently tastes like wet cement.
"Why are they doing this to me?"
"Get that stuff AWAY from me."
"These lips are sealed, Evil Woman with spoon."
I am eventually forgiven, and we live to try another jar of mush tomorrow.