Lunch at the cafe

We're eating out! And so you see
I've balanced lunch upon my knee.
I've got a box of plastic spoons
(Now mainly scattered 'bout the room)
And a pack of moistened wipes
(Now dirty, and stuffed out of sight).
I've opened a jar, endured the looks
From parents and organic cooks,
And bibbed the baby - bibbed her twice:
One keeps her dry, and one keeps her nice.
I've checked no-one I know is near
And hollered "Choo-choo!" in her ear.
I've ducked and dived, done the two-spoon-swap,
And fed her pelican-bib slop.
I've crumbled crackers, spooned puree,
But what I haven't done today
Is eaten out.