Apples

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.