Feeding Truman is something of a process these days... but it usually looks something like this:
Hello, Grandpa. You'll be feeding me my oatmeal today?
Hm. So far, so good.
I'll take that spoon, thank you very much.
No! No more!
Oh, the humanity!
A bottle. Now that's more like it! A nap is sure to follow.
I have made a full recovery, am clean, and am sporting some awesome booties!
2 comments:
Sa synd (so sad)!
Feeding Truman was a joy, too bad he is not yet a cereal fan.
Love,
Grandpa Niere
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