I know. You’ve seen photos of me like this before. Someone is holding me and my head is sticking out from my warming blanket. This one is different. It comes with a story.
For several days I’ve been showing signs of being ready to feed from the breast. I wake up as feeding time approaches, move my mouth around, stick my fingers to my face, and lick anything I can reach. Today when I was lifted out of my isolette to be held I turned my head back and forth on the person’s chest and tried to find something to suckle. As part of my search I licked and drooled all over the place. Everyone was excited!
Unfortunately daddy was holding me and not only was there nothing to feed on, he tasted like saw dust and grass clippings. A real manly and real disgusting taste. Yeck!