“Well would you look at the time, it’s almost dinnertime so let’s go fill your tummy wummy with some nummy nummies” says mommy as she picks you up and carries you into the kitchen.
She carries you towards a homemade wooden high chair and slams you down into it, it’s clearly too small for you as your arms are immediately pinned to your sides and the tray presses against your stomach.
As mommy gets to work in the kitchen she says “baby is going to love mommy’s cooking so much he’ll never wanna stop eating, you can tell this is bad because there’s a strong smell of fish in the air.
She sticks her finger into the bowl and says “this food feels cold, a little time in the microwave should fix it right up”, little did you know that the microwave would only make things go from bad to worse.
Eventually the microwave goes off and she takes the bowl out and the already strong fish smell has now become even stronger and even worse, she grabs a spoon and carries the bowl over to the high chair, places it on the tray and says “liver and sardines, yummy yummy”.
She scoops up some of the mush and says “now here comes the airplane *airplane noises* open up the hanger” you keeping your mouth shut tight and this makes mommy angry “come on kitty, eat your food or mommy will get the castor oil!".
The threat is enough proof that she means business so you open your mouth and she shovels spoonful after spoonful of chunky brown mush into your mouth, every spoonful or so you’d feel a sardine head on your tongue and want to spit it out but mommy was just going too fast.
Eventually the bowl is empty and she removes you from the high chair and says “ok baby, now it’s
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