This is my baby, a long time ago. He still has that thick chest, pug nose, and often, a piercing expression. I can't get him to eat today. He just threw up two popsicles (I can't believe he ate them in the first place) and is now spreading around some Macaroni and Cheese on his tray. Unfortunately, he has never managed to escape that fragile baby phase where every ingestion is analyzed and categorized, and then waited upon to exit. But, after every barf, every doctor's visit, every poke and prod, and "test," he comes out smiling as if he holds the biggest secret in the world, which in fact, he does.  |
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