Pasch arrays a lovely selection of food on Boy's tray, including mango, plum, rice cake, toast. Boy is strapped in to his highchair and bib applied with the minimum of fuss.
Boy: Whats this then?
Pasch: Yum yum breakfast time, see mummy is eating it as well, pick up some lovely plum, ooo you do like plum (realises she sounds like a tit, shrugs shoulders and starts singing instead - one, two, three four five, once I caught a fish alive...)
Boy: (thinking to himself), nah, dont fancy that at all, wish mum would stop shoving plum in my face
minutes later
Pasch: come on, mum-mum's finished hers. How about some yoghurt with the mango, you can spoon it yourself. [desperately hopeful emoticon]
Yoghurt in pot, mango mixed in, one spoon for Pasch, one for Boy who flicks it around.
Pasch: come on then, yummy yoghurt, who's a good boy then?
Boy: Not bleedin' likely! Get that SPOON away from my GOB!
Boy turns his face away in disdain, side to side,lips tightly pursed.
Boy: You're not prizing my mouth open for anything! Gimme that ricecake-gumgumgum.
Pasch thinks she's clever by spreading mango on the rice cake - it falls off the bottom mid-mouthful 
After half an hour of minimal eating, Pasch gives up, takes Boy out of the chair and plonks him into the Jumperoo only for him to spend the next 20 minutes chewing the floppy bee thingy which obviously tastes a whole lot better than food.
Roll on lunchtime 