You continue to strain under the effort of trying to push solid foods through your body. When I feed you, you continually re-open your mouth for more but each time I insert the food you greet me with a face that looks like you were expecting chocolate and instead I'd spooned in mackerel. Something like this:
Though clearly, as this picture reveals, I continually try to coax you into a more effervescent experience of food my making faces like this as I feed you:
Luckily for both of us your sister Thisbe has enough carbonation within her to send Exhaustion, Boredom, Non-Plussdom, and their Blah-pets to internment camps in Rhode Island.
Today we were supposed to pretend like she wasn't wearing fancy clothes and then, when she whipped off her robe (that's actually a prayer shawl), I was instructed to let my jaw drop and make about half of a "Wow" sound at the pure fanciness of her clothes beneath. "Wooooo":
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