In which the saga of R-Pod continues—and the saga of Z-Bear begins
This is a pickle.
Chomp!
Yes, it’s pretty strange for a toddler to eat pickles. I also like olives and falafel.
I roll my pickles around in butter …
… and pretend they’re corn on the cob! (Yep, I eat that too.)
Sometimes my unusual tastes create “inherently comical incongruity.” (I learned that term when I was coloring in dad’s old textbooks.)
Tonight, Dad told me I couldn’t have any apples until I finished my ice cream.
This is a pretty weird house.
I never let mom put anything pretty, like bows, in my hair.
But mom finally realized that if she wears that stuff, I will too!
Is this more “fabulous” or “stunning?”
Now I don’t like to go anywhere without this thing.
We are still getting the fit right.
Before I played with my train set today, we went to gymnastics.
I had a ton of fun as long as I didn’t have to do what anyone said.
When we got back, I was super hungry.
I tried preparing my own lunch, but mom and dad insisted on giving me food with “nutrition” …
… so I grabbed my favorite new snack and started chomping.
Some parents cut up cucumbers for their children …
… but my parents have a saying: “gnawing builds character.”
What’s a toddler to do?
(Again, still working on the fit.)
After my meal of a single, whole cucumber, I put my hair up again and got back to the business of toddling.
It’s hard work …
… but someone’s got to do it.