Who doesn't love sweet potatoes?

Today was a momentous day in the Stanley household. Jayci had her first vegetables!

She would like to tell you about her experience:


Well, it all started off gweat. Mommy put me in my gween chair, which i WOVE because i get me some yummy wice ceweal usually. I even got to wear my sassy pink bib. I like it wen mommy keeps me stywish.

But den mommy twied to give me some owange stuff. "Now mommy," I says, "Wice ceweal isn't usually owange but I am going to twust you neways."

So den I took a weally big bite, Because I weally like food. Mommy says dat I'm just wike her and daddy and dat's why i wove to eat.

But dis owange stuff? it did NOT taste good. Not even a wittle bit. I felt VEWY supwised by it, and a wittle bit upset by it too.


I qwickly twied to spit it all out. And den I coughed and gagged for good measwure. I have a fwair for da dwamatic you know. Den I couldn't help but shudder at how gwoss it was, pwus I wanted mom to make swure not to give me ANY mowr.

But den, for weasons I don't even undewstand, I kept eating and eating and wepeating dis compwicated pwocess wif each bite: swallow, close one eye, spit out, cough, gag, shudder. . . It was awlfull. . . hopefully tomowwow mommy will give me something mowe yummy wike carwots or sumptin.