Today, A. opened the drawer where we keep the flatware and then yelled at me until I lifted her up. She wanted the toddler fork (with the blunted tines and the red rubber handle), which I got her. Then she wanted to use it, which I figured meant I'd put food on it and she would try to steer it to her mouth, which she is okay at. But no, she wanted to spear the food, too -- she kept taking it off when I put it on the fork. So I cut up her pancake into bite sized pieces and she managed to get a few of them all the way into her mouth, using the fork. Fine motor control wins!