I remember when Captain Jelly Belly was just over a year old. I was thinking about those stereotypical scenes in movies where someone is trying to feed a baby, and they end up with food splattered all over themselves, all over the walls, and all over the baby. And I thought at the time, “So untrue!” because CJB used to just sit calmly and receive the spoon with a nice, open mouth. Sometimes we’d have a misfire where he’d raise his arm at a bad time and knock the spoon, or he’d turn his head and I’d try to shove some yogurt into his cheek. But other than that, there was pretty minimal mess.

Meet Gal Smiley. Everything you see in the movies is true.