So I've been pulling one over on Dad for a week or so, but he found me out. He's been feeding me baby food as usual, but over the weekend he learned that not only am I starting to eat table food...but I've been feeding myself!
Of course, I can't do it all myself. I do need a little help—and inevitably things get a bit messy— but I do pretty well.
I sort of felt bad about keeping this from Dad, but as he pointed out, this was just the first of many times in my life that I'll be less than truthful with him.
For dessert, I had my favorite food: "bahn"! (You know them as bananas.) I ask for "bahn"s at least once or twice a day, and I get really mad when I don't get it...and sometimes even when I do!
