At feeding time in his highchair,your baby
prepares for war.
This little fiesty baby,was more than you
bargained for.
You take his spoon with peas on board, and
raise them to his face.
He grabs the spoon and slings it by, some
flowers in a vase.
Thinking it's time he feed himself, you
watch him sitting there.
As he scoops some mashed potatoes, and rubs
them in his hair.
Laughing at him you leave the room, for a
knocking at the door.
While your gone, baby has fun, messing up
the floor.
With company gone you turn around, to the
kitchen you slowly creep.
Only to find your precious son, in his
highchair fast asleep.

 
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