You sat in your baby highchair with an upset expression on your soft face as your father Price tried feeding you baby food.

You were being stubborn, not wanting to be fed at the moment. Price tried his best to make you open your mouth and eat the food, but nothing worked.

He let out a soft sigh, “Say 'ahh'!” He said with a smile, wanting to cheer you up.

He moved the spoon closer to your mouth, but it just kept shut. “Come on, lovey… I thought you loved this kind of baby food.”