August 13, 2010

baby dear

This morning Karen put Lily in her highchair with some dry Cheerios.
Normally Lily loves Cheerios.
But not today.
Today she was looking at them hopelessly, whimpering.
Karen asked her what was wrong.
She pointed at the Cheerios, and scornfully said,....

"Dats baby food."

Oh, baby dear, you're only two.
Don't grow up so fast. Stay little, stay chubby, stay sweet.
Keep eating your Cheerios, and love it.
My heart loves you so small.