Monday, July 13, 2009


When I'm eating, I'm a man on a mission. I don't like to stop. I keep going. And I won't wait for anybody.

That's means you, Mommy.

So when you hear me grunting and moaning inbetween bites, it's not because I'm in pain. Or that something's bothering me. Or that I'm full.

It's because there's just no definition of the word "enough" that works for me. And that you need to work on your hand speed, because your feeding skills are lacking.

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