I Say Potato
Last night at dinner with my parents, my dad asked if he could give Baby Evan a french fry. “Sure, whatever” I said, “It’s not like he eats anything anyways.”
And then the little jerk stuck the fry in his mouth, chewed it up and smiled. MY BABY’S FIRST FOOD WAS A FRENCH FRY.
After all the natural, locally grown, organic, homemade, steamed, pureed fruits and vegetables I painstakingly chose and patiently offered, my child chose a DAMN FRENCH FRY. I suppose it shouldn’t come as too much of a shock, considering the sheer volume of fries I ate during my pregnancy, but I was really hoping we could start with avocado or banana or Cheerios or ANYTHING WITH NUTRITIONAL VALUE.
For the record, we’re calling it “potato” at breastfeeding group.