Mr. Potatohead

Recently, as a way to exert my growing sense of independence, I haven't been eating my dinner. Sometimes I push it away and say, "Pphhbbbtttt!" But other times, I stick it in my mouth and then decide I don't want it. At that point, I have two options: take it out and hand it to Mommy or Daddy, or smush it in my hair. Can you figure out which one I did here?