Rachel S. Heslin
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The drama of squash
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Well, it kinda looks like carrots, and those weren't too repulsive, so I guess I'll give it a try.

Hmm.

Hey, I can blow bubbles in this stuff! Cool! Now if I could only get a few more fingers in my mouth around this spoon....

Uh, wait a minute. I'm starting to taste something --

Ew! Ew! Ew! Get it away from me!

cranes neck backwards, whimpers becoming shrieking, then slowly calming

Oh, you're not forcing me to eat it? Well, in that case, let me try it again.

Let's see. Squelchy, kinda viscous with a touch of --

Ew! Ew! Ew! Yucky! Yucky!

buries face in Mom's shoulder -- yeah, that shirt needed washing anyway -- shrieking frantically. After a moment of hiding, the noise decrescendos to quiet. He peeks out cautiously, sees the glistening spoon hovering in mid-air a foot and a half away, and ducks back into the safety of Mom's shoulder, shrieking anew

So much for the first exposure to this new food. They say we've got an average of nine more to go before he accepts it. I may need to invest in earplugs.



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