Bananas for, um, well, bananas!

Last night, I have no idea what possessed me to do this, but apparently something snapped in my brain and I thought it was a good idea to let Sophie (almost 6 months old) feed herself some bananas. Perhaps I can attribute it to happiness that the Red Wings won game 1 of the Stanley Cup Finals (and that I actually got to watch it). Can anyone guess how many spoons we went through? Yes three, ladies and gentlemen! Sophie can chuck those spoons pretty far! Here is some of the evidence: