

I wouldn't stay still in the highchair, so dada and mama alternated walks with me down the strip mall. When it was time to come in for dinner, I threw a total fit (note the redness in my cheeks, just a little?), and then stuffed Chicken Alfredo in my mouth like a madman. Needless to say, mama was a little mortified, and dada as cool as a cucumber.
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