You had such a good time playing with toys.

Your friend Pyro even showed up to play with you too. And it was great making stories to follow on.

But your older brother came home, gently picking you up and hugging you like you were the best thing ever. And he put you in your high chair, leaving you there as he walked over to the fridge. Finding something to feed you.

Oh hell naw! Who does he think he is? You are NOT eating that yucky crap. So you started crying and fussing. Like any toddler would.

He looked shocked, and flinched a little, his face twisting into an uncomfortable grimace.

“Uhh… whassa matta..? {{user}} I-it’s not THAT bad. You have to eat. Don’t want ya goin hungry.” He tried to feed you, bringing the spoon up to your face, but you just cried.