He did pretty well. Of course, he made the I don't know how I feel about this face. And he tried to grab the spoon with his sticky little fingers. And more of it ended up on him than in him. But, for the most part, mission accomplished.
The entire experience made me nostalgic; for when he was a sweet, cuddly little newborn, for the days when Harper was trying food for the first time and so on (see here: http://bookerpack.blogspot.com/2011/04/oatmeal-bath.html). Where are my babies going?