I had to take a break from my amazing project to feed my little girl. I have four beautiful girls and a wife (also beautiful).

Because my wife would kill me if I put anything up on the web that could actually identify "her" children, let me introduce my baby daughter, who I shall call "Albert". Albert is a cute little button. She is 57 years old.
Well, Albert was hungry, so I had to feed her, since my wife was away. I figured I'd give her some cereal.
First off, that stuff is nasty. I mixed formula with it until it was the correct consistancy ( wet spackling ). I got her set up in her little seat and started to feed her.
Now, my little Albert is a little .... well dopey. She's a baby and doesn't understand that she can do more than one thing at a time. For example, it's sort of funny to watch her open her mouth, wait, close her mouth, and then jam her thumb at her face. The look is classic, trust me.
So imagine my suprise when the little princes does a startlingly credible impression of the Gungan leader from Star Wars (Phantom Menace) and simultaneously blows "raspberries". Thanks to my lovely wife for teaching her to spit...
Aparently, the vigourous shaking she was doing bothered her little tummy, so she added a third thing. She started spewing half digested formula... and spitting ... and doing the Gungan thing.
The cats did not apprecate this.
Neither did I.
I think I'll go to bed early tonight after cleaning the kitchen.
Roflmao!!! My little girl in no way resembles a Star Wars character. :o) I LOVE that she did this to you and not me. Mwha ha ha.
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