‘Why are you feeding him those disgusting sausages? With a diet like that he’ll be missing out on a lot of vitamins, wow’.’
Wow indeed. Such a loaded question, where do I start? How about with my mood.
Good mood. Rhino skin in place, tolerance in tact, smile and answer ‘They are his choice, he really likes them’. Drift away, cursing under breath.
Bad mood. ‘I am not ‘feeding him’ anything. Thank goodness he has brought those sausages with him or we would not have been able to come to your house. He won’t eat yours and they will make him vomit. You can thank me later for protecting your carpet. Perhaps you’d like to take a tour through the history of his eating habits.
He was weaned on every fruit, vegetable and pulse under the sun. Everything was steamed, mashed, whizzed and consumed. At the age of two…
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