From the Mouth of Baby Aroonima Mukherjee
Ronnie
is riding a cycle. Mummy is holding me and feeding me while daddy is holding
Ronnie’s bike.
Daddy
lets the bike go…
…And
see, Ronnie is riding it all by himself!
Whee… what fun!
Mummy
and daddy are laughing; I am crying. I want to ride too.
Mummy is saying something like you will have
to grow older but first you have to eat Kitchens of India. Then you will grow
quickly and be able to ride like dada.
I
want to eat Kitchens of India quickly. Will I be able to ride like dada
tomorrow?
Mummy
kisses me and says yes, of course, but first some rice and Kitchens of India.
I
lap it up hungrily.
I
love Kitchens of India.
It
will help me grow like dada, no?
What do you think? Tell her the
truth or let her grow out of it on her own? (Wink, wink)
What
have been your experiences feeding your child? Share your experiences in the
space below.
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