Goodbye Boob, Hello Spoon

Today I impressed my parents by eating from a spoon. Not the Tiffany spoon I was led to believe that I would have as the scion of this prestigious family, but rather some flimsy plastic spoon that looks like it was last used to stir Smurf soup.

I ate some mush, people, that's what I'm saying. Rice cereal mixed in with some milk from MRB = tasty goo. Slurp slurp, yum yum, and my parents couldn't have acted more excited.

So I guess they're phasing out dining at MLB and MRB. I love those places. Soon, my access will be denied, just like Daddy says happened to him. He said it was about the time he gave her her ring. Don't know what that means, but I will not be giving mommy any rings anytime soon, in the hopes of keeping my membership open for as long as possible.


That is all...