And we do. The food is delicious, and baby is being so well-behaved that Randy and I get to enjoy a few minutes of adult conversation. Wow, baby is actually being very well-behaved. She hasn't made a peep. I glance over to assess how the carrots and green beans are coming along. But baby is not eating her food, vegetables or otherwise. She is busying herself, however, and the sight immediately puts a sensation in my chest similar to what I imagine it might feel like to swallow an orange whole. Baby's tongue is extended as far outside of her mouth as possible and is pressed firmly against the tabletop as she slowwwly licks baaack and forth, baaack and forth along the entire length of the edge of the table. A laugh manages to squeeze its way around the words I'm trying to form to alert Randy to make her stop. So much for our careful efforts!