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"Papa, can I eat this banana?" Pao asks when I was still supervising Iva gobbling the steamed broccoli, since we're going with baby-led weaning.
"Are you sure you wanna eat it? Can you take a smaller banana? You just ate dinner, it's too big I think. You wouldn't be able to finish the whole thing. Why don't you grab a smaller one on the counter, hm Princesa?"
She turns to Estelle that is still eating her food, "Mama, is this banana too big?"
"Nahh, it's average." She answers nonchalantly to which I put my hand on my chest, "Ouch. That hurts." Because that banana is the size of my ding dong.
She laughs once she realises what she just said, "It is what it is, Papa."
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