Here I am eating. Again. A quick note from Harry.

What the heck is this stuff? Just because I am a baby does not mean you have to give me slime and mush at every meal, mother.




A snack in my Excersaucer? This is highly unusual. I like it, though. I really like it. And, if I do say so myself, I have lovely eyes.


Mother? Mother? Excuse me, I think I've misplaced my sippy cup. Have you seen it? Yellow with a purple lid? Disposable but you never throw it away because you are cheap about weird things? It was on my tray a mere moment ago, Mother, I think IT'S ON THE FREAKING FLOOR AND I WANT IT RIGHT FREAKING NOW. Please. If that wouldn't trouble you too much, my dear.