T had rice cereal for the first time this morning. He wasn't crazy about it. I'll let him tell you...
Mom, what's that?
You want me to do what with that glop? I thought maybe it was glue for papier mache. I'm not really supposed to ingest that, am I?
It doesn't look so good. Really, I'm happy with the boobs. There is no need for this little experiment.
Is something supposed to be happening? Because I'm not understanding. Maybe it's above my pay grade, but I am thinking this stuff is just kind of funk-y.
Woman, you have stripped me of my dignity.