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Max will never be a Gerber baby. I'm coming to understand that. Sure, he may be cute as a Gerber baby, but I have a feeling he finds jarred baby food kind of ridiculous, and the brightly colored infant spoons a little condescending. I thought he was just a milk-o-holic, but now I see that he just doesn't want to be treated any differently than the rest of the toothed population. Case in point: I took him to the Indian buffet for lunch, and he happily fed himself green beans and lima beans. Baby food is pretty nasty anyway. I mean, come on. Sweet potatoes and Turkey? Blended together and eaten with a spoon? Yeah right. I feel you, Max. Table food it is.