Mommy made it...it tastes okay, I guess, but I don't know...I can't wait to make my own food. I like doing things myself. I say, 'I'll do it.' And mom will say, 'You're just like Jaffe, have to do everything by yourself, it takes so much longer, let me help you.' I usually just put up a bit of a fight then she's stomps away irritated.
I'm putting on my own pants now. It's easy, one leg at a time, then stand up and pull up the front...but then I usually yell, 'help!' and mom comes and pulls up the back of the pants over my bum.
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