He was puzzled to see his breakfast in tiny pieces all over his tray, but he'll eat anything soaked in butter-- it doesn't have to spooned through his little lips; he'll use his fat fingers if he must.
He even got some organic, preservative-free, whole grain* waffle in his mouth
How big is Jack? So big. Duh.
How big is Jack? Too busy eating this crap on his tray to fully answer the question, that's how big. Look at that mushy handful of mush.
Look at all the organic, preservative-free, whole grain cereal bar in his hair. Crunchy. And hard to remove.
He's very proud of his new skillz.
*I was going to make some sort of joke about the yuppie food he eats, but I couldn't think of one-- so now it just sounds weird.