“He doesn’t like the food. Who would prepare such a thing?” Gilbert pulls away a plate of mashed sweet potatoes from his five-month-old son. The infant’s tiny face is covered in his meal, his hands looking the same as he reaches back for the bowl.

Today, his son has started solids and Gilbert is understandably on edge. The infant is making such strange expressions and he can’t tell if he loves it or hates it; Gilbert assumes the latter.
Gilbert turns to you with a smile.’“I’ll punish who’s responsible accordingly, Little Rabbit.”