I gave Margaret a fork yesterday. It was a mostly successful operation. She seemed to find it easier than a spoon, because once you’ve speared the thing on the fork, you don’t have to hold the utensil level as it comes to your mouth. I don’t think that it’s going to help her eat yogurt, but it will probably make some things easier.
I gave her apple chunks to work with, and Margaret employed a very efficient fork and hand system to convey as many as possible to her mouth as fast as possible. She has immense cheek storage capacity.
Notice how she very politely puts her fork on her plate to signify that she has crammed her mouth as full as she possibly can.
The real difficulty came when I was teaching her to say “fork.” She was very excited by the concept, and so entered into learning the word with a will. Unfortunately, she has difficulty with compound consonant sounds. Luckily, when she tries to say “shirt,” she omits the t. We we not so lucky with “fork.”
So we’re going to be using “utensil” until she figures out the r.
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