I'm a bad father.
I might as well go to the post office, buy some packaging peanuts, soak them in sugar, put them in milk and give my daughter...that's about the same consistency of Apple Jacks. I'm "morning compatible" so it's been my job to get Avery up each day and get her fed. I was wondering when she was going to get sick of fruity oatmeal.
I caved...
She went to town.
No real use for the spoon, other than to bring the food 4 inches closer for her fingers to finish the job.
I'd say she more than enjoyed them...
Bring on the sugar rush.
Uh, hun? I have to go to work.
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