Spittin' goldfish
Feb. 15th, 2002 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sierciaThis evening, I'm giving Miss Widget her dinner because Daddy's gone out to play with his friends. And first, I try to feed her spinach. It was not well received - she acted like it was making her gag. I persevered, and got her to eat a little bit of it before she refused. I rewarded her with string cheese, which she adores and then I fed her some goldfish (the pepperidge farm kind, of course) which she normally loves.
Tonight, she loved spitting them at me. She spits one out, I pick it up off her bib, and she takes it back into her mouth, only to spit it right back out. It was like trying to feed an old dollar to a vending machine. I could practically hear the *bzzt* noise. And thus, the meal was declared over as I doubled over in laughter.
Tonight, she loved spitting them at me. She spits one out, I pick it up off her bib, and she takes it back into her mouth, only to spit it right back out. It was like trying to feed an old dollar to a vending machine. I could practically hear the *bzzt* noise. And thus, the meal was declared over as I doubled over in laughter.
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Re: Mmmmm....
Date: 2002-02-15 05:26 pm (UTC)