Dressed in a bodysuit declaring them a "Little Rebel," this pint-sized pilot is ready to take on the Galactic Empire of naptime. With the high chair serving as their X-Wing cockpit, they lock their tiny S-foils in attack position—usually flailing arms covered in food—and refuse to surrender to the Dark Side of strict schedules. Their targeting computer is seemingly always switched off as they blast spoonfuls of puree across the room, proving that the Force is strong with this one and they are destined to lead the alliance against quiet time.
