After two days of blessed reprieve the assault continues. I have attempted, in all earnesty, to express my displeasure in the most polite ways possible. And yet she persists in feeding me this goop.
I had believed my cereal to be pure and unadulterated, but last night I saw her doctor it with the poison. I tried to refuse, but she handed the spoon to Daddy, and no matter how hard I try to resist, he’s too funny to keep my mouth closed for.
I believe this may be a battle I have lost, for now. I will attempt to maintain some manner of control over myself as she shovels it in, but I refuse to like it.