I'm told that today we are supposed to celebrate the large milkless parent in our lives. Maybe next year, old man. I'm seven months old today and I expect treats! I should at least be able to pick my own dinner. I'm thinking of starting with some fresh fruit...
Too big? What do you mean my eyes are bigger than my tummy? That sort of sounds like a compliment. Big, beautiful eyes... tiny waist.. That does sound like me. Here, I've picked out a smaller fruit.
Why not? That looks delicious! I'm celebrating Father's Day with Papa-ya, get it? Fine, I'll just sit in my car seat and eat my foot.
