I won't get into Carter's finicky eating habits. If you could even call them eating habits. It's more like a tasting-throwing-whining combo he's got going on.
But I want to show you how he lets the whole table food situation stress him out. Every time we eat - in public, at home, snacks, lunches, dinners - he runs his slimy hands back and forth through his feathery hair.
On top of scouring his face & hands, picking up dollops of food and mopping spilled liquids, we make a trip to the bathroom after every meal to wash his crusted hair. When he grows up, he's going to think bottles of shampoo go along with napkins and little after dinner mints.