As you know, mom is doing this series about goals she has for this year. Well, I am here to tell you about her goal for today, because it affects me. Greatly.
Okay, so mom is a pretty good cook and all. I mean, she only sets the fire alarm off once every month or so.
Of course, I really enjoy the milk she gives me. But lately, she has tried something different. First of all, I have to open my mouth and get it from this thing (I think daddy called it a 'spoon' one time when I took it out of his hand to play with).
Then I have to mush it around my mouth, it doesn't go down like mama's milk. Then - here's the worst part - some of the stuff she gives me is just plain awful.
I hate to say something bad about mama or her cooking, but there you have it. She gave me this green stuff, 'squash' she called it. Oh my rattles, it was so awful. As you can see, I decided it was not a favorite.
Well, I'm not sure about daddy, but I am all for mommy fixing a variety of meals. As long as it doesn't include squash.
Basically, I am all for it as long as it is milk.