Food! Food! Everywhere!
There's food on your face and food in your hair!
There's food from your head right down to your feet!
Did you actually get any food to eat?
This is the poem I improvised whilst cleaning Thumper up after her breakfast today. Sadly no photographic evidence of today's food-as-art effort. So here's a look at her previous efforts instead...
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| Thumper at 6 months, enjoying avocado on rice biscuit. |
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| Thumper at 10 months, weapon of choice: pasta with bolognese sauce. |
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| Thumper at 16 months. "Right, rinished smearing porridge everywhere, now to eat the bowl." |
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