[Congratulations, You! You have earned yourself a giggle.]

Oh, good. Let's get them into their high chairs, then.

[Luna will get to work on that while You gets the food out. There's a lot of fussing and flailing, but eventually she manages to get the wiggly little guy into his chair, with a bib tied around his neck.]

Whew... I can see why the mother was so desperate for a night off.

[It's said with fondness rather than frustration, though, as she reaches out for the other child so You can get their food ready.]