One thing I learned about my daughter over the course of the Christmas celebrations: she is self serve at any party tray she can get her hands on. She grazes. Desserts. Appetizers. Candy. Crackers. She overcomes the obstacles in her path to reach the snack food of her choice.
What, Mom? What's weird about this? You moved the tray, so I had to climb up on the diaper bag to get to the grapes.