I pretty much love my new highchair. I get to sit and watch mom pretend to know how to cook and pretend to be on top of the dishes. I didn't think it could be any more fun.
Then mom was all, "Hey Juj, do you want to eat an apple?"
And I was all, "Woman, I have no visible teeth, are you trying to kill me?"
So she hands me this meshy thing - I would probably get grounded if I told you what I was thinking.
I carefully examined it. Mom told me to taste it.
I tasted it.
It was a cold, meshy, appley treat.
And while I'll admit the apple was delicious, I'm hoping tomorrow she puts cake in it.