Daddy and I are dating. Mommy approves. He is quite the gentleman, and always pays. I try to make sure I always follow the primary rule of dates - Hold hands with Daddy the whole time. Our first date was quite exciting. First, we got to drive in Daddy's car, which was such a unique experience that I could barely control myself. When we arrived at the designated location, I was disappointed to not find a slide (I still have not mastered the ride down the slide, but that does not diminish my penchant for sitting at the top of the slide and cheering on the other children braver than myself) but Daddy took me on the up-down-amals instead. At first, I loved it.
I quickly became disinterested in the "up-down" part of the "up-down-amals" and clung to Daddy for the remainder of the ride. Then we got into some cars. Daddy put green paper into them to make them move, but I did not like that and departed quite quickly. I remained fond of the motionless vehicles for the remainder of the date.
When Daddy pried me from the automobiles with promises of more later, we got M&M Ice Cream. I ate but a few bites before continuing my quest for more vehicles.
Daddy then played with me at a park that was inside. I liked it, but I had to remind Daddy that, despite the presence of many children, we were on a date and I wanted to play with him and not the children. After that and a plethora of more cars, Daddy convinced me to depart with promises of playing with my own car at home. On the way, we saw the "up-down-amals." Daddy directed my gaze towards a seat betwixt the amals that I could sit upon that would go around like them but not go up and down. Daddy offered this as an option, and I accepted. I waited patiently in line, and enjoyed the whole ride. Then we went home.
Then, just the other night, Daddy and I went on another Daddy Daughter Date.
We got a hot dog, bread, fries, catsup, ranch, and M&M ice cream. After eating, we went to the park. When we went home, Daddy taught me a new aspect of dates. He told me to always hug at the end of a date. I kissed him. He asked me if I had fun on my date, and I gave my newest phrase for agreement: "Yeah, sure."
Consuming edibles has always been a necessity with varying levels of enjoyment. On the one hand, I get to fill my stomach. On the other, the one sustenance I have been granted via bottle is the flavor of misery and tastes worse when regurgitated, which often occurs. While I keep a brave face through the experience, I fail to remain strong when I later feel the substance hurting my stomach. Lately, however, I have been allowed to ingest new, more solidified materials. These have had mixed results. The first had the same taste as my bottles, and thus held no interest for me.
After a few attempts, I was given far more flavorful - and colorful - quasi-liquids to eat, and I was far more agreeable.
Why have you not been feeding this to me earlier?
Oh, I find that I have been placed upon the table. How odd.
