The baby, he totally knows Kung Fu

So it's been a month or so that I've been attempting to feed the baby rice cereal.  Unsuccessfully, I might add.  He doesn't want any part of it.  He doesn't want it runny, he doesn't want it thick, he doesn't want it made with water or formula or, SURPRISE!  Boob juice.  WTF kid?  You have to start eating real food sometime don't you?  He thinks not.

What is actually amusing about this is the fact that he appears to be using some kind of Kung Fu moves on me to prevent me from getting the vile sludge anywhere near his mouth.  He doesn't just take it in and spit it out like most babies do.  No, this baby channels Chuck Norris and roundhouse kicks the bowl from my hands.  He karate chops the spoon away from his lips.  KA POW!  It's very similar to that scene in Kung Fu Panda where Shifu and Po are battling it out for a dumpling, only messier because by the end of the fight, both Max and I are covered in rice cereal.  Max usually declares his victory with a hearty spitup of any specks of food that may have snuck into his mouth during the battle.