Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Forehead Eating

Today, Daddy fed me banana rice cereal, which is a not-so-delicious combination of crushed banana, rice cereal and breast milk. Maybe I’ll grow to love it. But as of right now, naaah.

Still, we had an adventure. Whenever Daddy put the spoon to my mouth, I put my fingers in. Or kept it shut. Or just turned my head. I was trying to let him now that I’d eat it if I had to but I wasn’t too thrilled with the prospects.

Then, when he wasn’t looking, I resorted to the ultimate protest. I stuck my hand in some fallen banana rice cereal and then stuck it to my forehead.

This, Daddy, is what this meal means to me,

We stopped then. I think he got the point.

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