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Sunday, September 21, 2014
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Gwen Papp
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Although we have a family dinner every night, at twelve months that usually means that you are in a high chair, eating some small part of what we do. Something we can cut up small, and you can manage with eight teeth (all in the front). But at the end of this meal, you made it very clear that you were not happy with that arrangement. You wanted to be in a chair like everyone else, and you wanted some of those whole, raw baby carrots that your big sister was eating. Daddy (as he does) indulged you.
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