I have had it. Mom has given me squash three days in a row. When I have refused to eat it, she has tried to feed me yams. Equally yucky. Then she put asparagus broth with the squash. Who eats that stuff? I have tried to tell her nicely; now I just refuse to open my mouth.
Bring back the applesauce, the cereal, the garden peas, or even a bagel. Or I'm going to strike. Or maybe people will send me care packages? Grammy? Anyone?
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