I am an organized man. I hate messes. I am also passionate about food. I hate wasting it. Pouring a spoonfuls of baby cereal into my baby's mouth one second only to see it dribbled, spit, gurgled, sneezed, coughed, catapulted, laughed, sighed, babbled, or smiled back out the next second is the kind of thing that gives guys like me an anxiety attack.
If I didn't love my wife and know that this is important to developing certain motor skills (skills that now I'm especially anxious for our baby to develop), I would refuse to do it.
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