This is the face I make when they put me in the highchair when I don't want to be. Sometimes I would much rather play than eat. In those times, I whine in hopes of being removed from the high chair. Then, when they don't take me out, this is what I do. My parents seem to think that eating is good for me and they force me to do it even when I would rather do other things. I am SOOO telling Santa on them because they are not being very good to me.