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Array ( [sid] => 45177 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Feeding Time [time] => 2004-04-27 23:41:38 [hometext] => Kid's. You gotta love 'em. [bodytext] => At feeding time in his highchair,
your baby prepares for war.
This little fiesty baby,
was more than you bargained for.

You take his spoon with peas on board
and raise them to his face.
He grabs the spoon and slings it by,
some flowers in a vase.

Thinking it's time he feed himself,
you watch him sitting there.
As he scoops some mashed potatoes
and rubs them in his hair.

Laughing at him you leave the room,
for a knocking at the door.
While your gone, baby has fun,
messing up the floor.

With company gone you turn around,
to the kitchen you slowly creep.
Only to find your precious son,
in his highchair fast asleep.

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Feeding Time

Contributed by skinsfan on Tuesday, 27th April 2004 @ 11:41:38 PM in AEST
Topic: ChildrensPoetry

At feeding time in his highchair,
your baby prepares for war.
This little fiesty baby,
was more than you bargained for.

You take his spoon with peas on board
and raise them to his face.
He grabs the spoon and slings it by,
some flowers in a vase.

Thinking it's time he feed himself,
you watch him sitting there.
As he scoops some mashed potatoes
and rubs them in his hair.

Laughing at him you leave the room,
for a knocking at the door.
While your gone, baby has fun,
messing up the floor.

With company gone you turn around,
to the kitchen you slowly creep.
Only to find your precious son,
in his highchair fast asleep.

Copyright © skinsfan ... [ 2004-04-27 23:41:38]
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Re: Feeding Time (User Rating: 1 )
by EvaRee on Tuesday, 27th April 2004 @ 11:44:25 PM AEST
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this is so cute and so very true..i know exactly what you mean...it only gets worse when they get older..lol...but it's all worth it
wonderful poem

Re: Feeding Time (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 28th April 2004 @ 12:55:44 AM AEST
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oh! yes i remember it well! i used to love it when they fell asleep! good bit of humour here well done.

wildejohnny.

Re: Feeding Time (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 28th April 2004 @ 01:29:59 AM AEST
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Yep, been there, done that and loved every minute of it. Not the messes, but the babies. The most precious thing in the world is a sleeping babe.

Rita

Re: Feeding Time (User Rating: 1 )
by AliB on Wednesday, 28th April 2004 @ 03:25:18 AM AEST
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Very good, I remember those days well, shame they have to grow up though. Good poem, very witty.

Ali xx

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