Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma!

So I've been saying "Mama" for a long time, but it seems that now I am really starting to understand its power. Yesterday Mommy had to go to a meeting after school, which meant an exciting new event: Daddy picked me up at the babysitter's house for the first time! Daddy took me home for playtime and supper. To prepare for this event Daddy had been feeding me lots of my solid food meals, and he and I had become a good meal-time team.

But last night when it was FOR REAL, and Daddy set me up with yummy cereal, pears, and carrots...I REFUSED TO EAT! I flailed all over the place and kicked my feet and yelled "Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma!!!!" Daddy tried and tried but I never would eat for him. A little while later when Mommy got home, I scarfed down my entire (now COLD) supper for her! What a little stinker I am! Today when Mommy told this story to the babysitter, she told Mommy that I have been calling for "Ma-ma-ma-ma" at her house too!