I just used to think that it was very funny when a good portion of my toddlers' food went around their faces, into their hair, on to the floor - although I quickly learned to have something under their high chairs when they were eating. My main concern at feeding time was to make sure that they actually got enough food into their tummies, so I often made a bit extra than I normally would give a toddler to eat, to make up for the short fall!
I now find my Grandchildrens eating habits just as much fun as my children's was, actually probably more so really, as I don't have to clean up their mess :) By the way, all of my adult children are now fine with their eating habits.
However, I can't stand the sound of my husband eating, he is so damned noisy, which is probably because he doesn't close his mouth when he eats, and he slurps, burps, and passes wind... :( I try and have the TV on when it is just the two of eating - which is most of the time.
Unfortunately, I am now the old lady that so many of you are worried about turning into! I am very disabled, and that same husband that I talked about above, is my sole carer (he is even older than me, but still just about copes with me at the monent). He has to wipe my bum for me, empty my commode, shop, prepare and cook nearly all of our meals, I really am dependant on him for nearly everything. Luckily I don't dribble yet, but I quite often have coughing fits because a little food has gone down the wrong way, and whenever I am physically sick, he is the one that has to deal with it.
But I am in no hurry to have that pillow put over my face, the one that a pp claimed they would want if they were a "moist gran", but I suppose my poor husband might privately wish he could do the honours with it....🤭