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September 5, 2016

Asparagus is not welcome beyond the portal of her lips.  That's what she tells me after I press a spear against them to try to pry them apart and she's turned her head and covered her mouth with her terrycloth bib.

 

I tell her it's unbecoming for a baby to use words like "portal" when "door" will suffice.  I remind her that she still doesn't possess the dexterity to handle a simple spoon, her diaper isn't going to change itself, and that I know where her mom keeps those horrible flower headbands that make babies look like miniature chemo patients.