Chapter: 3 I am her baby or his potato?

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Noel's POV

"Open your mouth."

But I do not want to.

"Don't be stubborn, open your mouth."

No, I will not open my mouth.

"Ahh... open your mouth." Dada points to himself, "See, like this."

This looks interesting maybe I should also do.

"Good, Potato, here eat this." Dada smiles happily when I copy him.

He puts something in my mouth which I do not like at all.

Mouth? But I have not opened my mouth then how did he put this yucky thing in my mouth?

What is this? I do not like this.

Placing my hand in my open I try to remove this yucky thing. I can do many things with my hand, I can hold mumum's hair, I can make things go away, I can hold my feet and I can move them up and down.

I blow removing my hand from my mouth as I love to do this. I make a funny sound when I blow. I even make funny sounds when my tummy feels funny, but I don't know where the sound comes from.

"No...no..." Dada laughs, shaking his head, "Don't do this, you don't blow raspberries when you have food in your mouth." He cleans my face.

But I want to do this, so again I do this and make him laugh.

"I know it is fun, right?" He also makes a sound like me.

Then I do again... then he does... then I do again...

I happily wave my hands, loving this game... then I make the bowl go away.

He also blows but it is different from the way I blow as he is looking at the ceiling fan and blowing.

Oh, I love to watch ceiling fan... it goes round and round and round and then again round...

"You do not like this sweet potato mash mash." Dada points at the bowl, and the yucky thing on the floor, making a small face.

Yes, it is yuck.

"Do you want to eat a banana?" He picks up the bowl from the floor and looks at me.

Oh, yes, I want to eat a banana... I let out a squeal.

"Okay, so that means you want a banana." He pats and kisses my head...

One more time... I whine when he does not kiss me back.

"One minute, I am bringing a banana for you," he tells me, "You want to eat a banana, right?"

Yes, I want to eat a banana... but what is a banana?

He brings a spoon near my face and again does ahhh. I copy him this time also because I love to do what he does.

He puts the spoon inside my mouth and it is not yucky.

I open and close my mouth a few times, liking it. Putting my hand inside my mouth I bring out to look at this yummy thing.

"You have not blown out your food, it means you like it, huh?" Dada again feeds me and again it is yummy.

I want to see it... I want to eat by myself.

I try to hold it by putting my hand in it but it gets out from my fingers. Before I can put my both hands in it dada it takes is away from me.

"No... you can't eat by yourself. " He laughs and waves spoon in front of me.

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