Who Eats First?

Dad comes home from work tired and starving. Mom leaves him dinner, a toddler, and a baby, while she takes off with the oldest to do a favor for a friend. Baby is hungry and crying. Toddler is hungry and crying. Dad is still starving and wondering whether to cry too. Who eats first?

Answer: The toddler, because she can feed herself while Dad figures out what to do next.

As between Dad and the baby, who eats first? There are two options as far as I can tell:

Option 1: The "love conquers all" approach suggests Dad feed the baby first because his love for her should be strong enough to cool the emotional lava that is swelling to the point of erupting into words and actions he'll later regret.

Option 2: The "in-flight safety" approach suggests that during rapid changes in cabin pressure Dad should first place the oxygen mask on himself before assisting others. This ensures everyone's safety by sustaining the assist-ability of those in the best position to assist. This approach may require distracting the baby with a toy or holding her on my lap.

I've tried a mix before, or the love-conquers-most/in-flight-survival approach, which consists of eating something quickly to preserve some sanity, then making a bottle and holding it for the baby in the bouncy seat with one hand while finishing my dinner with the other. Although it buys a little time, it can quickly exhaust any remaining patience because, should baby choose not to tolerate my divided attention, both of us could end up a mess. Most of the time, I strongly recommend the strict "in-flight safety" approach because it ensures that nobody is harmed on the emotional journey we call dinner.