Some have recently accused the father of imposing his dreams on the son. Of pressuring him into soccer. Bollocks, I say! The Kid has a natural instinct for the ball. He practically levitated it into his bouncy chair!
Now, he's gunning for the kitchen. Last night he gave (rapacious) elevator eyes to every bite we took at dinner. And this morning he grabbed hold of this common cooking implement. He says, waiting six months for solid food is "old fashioned" and that "these things are averages anyway." He also may have muttered, "There is no spoon," another hint he is the Chosen One.
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