

Finally, real food. Kind of. For six months we've been languishing with nothing but breast milk, day in and day out. Sure, it changes a bit when Mom and Dad go out for Thai food or El Salvadorian, but its basically the same stuff. Then, one day, I get a spoon shoved into my mouth and it contains sweet, sweet. . . . . rice mixed with breast milk????


But Dad's eating Brasciole and pesto gnocchis tonight with a glass of cabernet? Oh, wow, one week later its breast milk mixed with oatmeal. Notice the sarcasm? We hear barley's next, but Dad assures me that such a "divine grain" is better consumed in liquid form, whatever that means.


We hear rumblings of Sweet Potatoes soon. Can I get a

sommolier to recommend a nice vintage of breast milk with that?

After we eat we play and play, and play and play, and play and play.


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