Sitting down, in my highchair, immobile. It's very limiting. I remember the days when I could roam freely whilst whittling away at the delicious fruit...
|I miss the good ol' apple-eating days.|
I still like to tease you and Mama about the incident, though. In fact, I see a great spot over there where the apple would practically be in plain sight but you guys would never find it!!
But instead I'll just sit here biding my time, angrily eating my apple until I'm allowed to roam freely again.
|I'm not angry with you, apple...|
|I'm angry with them.|