Rose's first food was a pickle. Seriously. I'm kind of horrified.
I thought her first food would be a vegetable. Something local and organic. Lovingly hand picked by me, steamed and mashed to perfection. Lovingly spooned up and delivered to her plump little lips. "I am SUCH a great mom" I would think to myself as I fed our daughter her first solid food.
Um... no. It went something like this: Rose is howling in a Chicago diner, grabbing at my pot roast sandwich and fries. Hanson has less luck with a plate of fried chicken. She wants it all. I sigh and do the unthinkable. I lick the coleslaw off of my pickle and stick it in her mouth. Silence. For 15 minutes. She loves it. Rose's first food is a diner pickle.
The staff cheers. They think it's great. I feel sheepish. My adorable little daughter is gnawing on a pickle.
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