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Mama and baby Frodo.
Fed
Making mama happy is very easy. Simply open my mouth to whatever she offers me. At breakfast, lunch, dinner. All the same. Part my cherry lips, accept the bits on the wooden spoon, clamp them fast in my mouth, and smile - that will undoubtedly make her smile, too - until I can’t keep them any longer, and I eventually have to heave. Though sometimes, even cramming those foods in my mouth is awfully hard, especially when mama starts to mix ground meat with cooked, mashed egg yolks without adding any salt, sugar, or seasoning in them. I will gag the instant the hodgepodge touches my tongue, and mama will not smile anymore.
“Frodo…”
She will frown, and I will quickly swallow the food.
“Coo, coo…” I try to cheer her up.
And mama will smile again.
Fed
Making mama happy is very easy. Simply open my mouth to whatever she offers me. At breakfast, lunch, dinner. All the same. Part my cherry lips, accept the bits on the wooden spoon, clamp them fast in my mouth, and smile - that will undoubtedly make her smile, too - until I can’t keep them any longer, and I eventually have to heave. Though sometimes, even cramming those foods in my mouth is awfully hard, especially when mama starts to mix ground meat with cooked, mashed egg yolks without adding any salt, sugar, or seasoning in them. I will gag the instant the hodgepodge touches my tongue, and mama will not smile anymore.
“Frodo…”
She will frown, and I will quickly swallow the food.
“Coo, coo…” I try to cheer her up.
And mama will smile again.