Dear diary,
The situation is becoming untenable. In addition to persisting with the “food” she has discovered an entirely new offense to perpetrate against me.
Today, as I was playing, she approached me with what appeared to be a bottle. I eagerly took this from her, but quickly realized that while it resembled that comforting object, it was filled with a clear, tasteless substance and had a hard nipple on which to bite.
Understandably, I hurled this at her without a second thought. She left me to my playing then, but a few minutes ago she tried again. As you can see I did give it a close inspection, but it did not pass muster. This time I threw it at the floor
I shall continue my resistance in earnest and I hope that tomorrow I will write you with better news.
Regards,
Finn
Try it, Finn – you might like it! Michael likes playing with his and occasionally will take a sip. He has the same one…it’s not so bad, I promise!
Dear Ashley,
I do really enjoy swinging it around. I don’t love it as much when I bash myself in the head with it. Then I yell at it.
Finn