See this? See this thing I have? Mommy said I could try to eat it. I even got to sit in my big-kid chair at Nana’s to give it a try.
I wasn’t too sure—it doesn’t look much like milk. I had to analyze its bready characteristics closely.
It definitely didn’t smell like milk, either. I held it very tightly to make sure it didn’t get away.
Finally I got brave enough to taste it. Everyone was laughing at me, so I must be doing something right.
…I wondered if I could push it into my mouth with my fingers.
It didn’t work.
I’m not sure, but I think I’m really starting to like this eating business. Just the thought makes me very excited! Can’t you tell?
So long, of course, as that “eating” doesn’t include peas. Anything but peas.