Freckles looks like a gutter rat here. He looks disheveled most days. It’s as if he is thinking, “What happened to the good old days when I slept in and wasn’t constantly being attacked by a baby?”It’s hard to feel bad for him though when it always happens the same way. Princess A gets tired of me feeding her. She tries to use a spoon but just stabs her eye with it. So next she decided to eat the oatmeal with her hands. At first she is proud of herself.Then she gets frustrated with how long it takes to eat oatmeal with her hands. Notice Freckles patiently waiting under the highchair for food.Then she invites Freckles up and decides she is a dog and will lick up her oatmeal.Then Princess A decides that Freckles is taking too much of her oatmeal and starts to yank and pull his hair out. This happens every day, at every meal, with all kinds of foods, and yet her never learns. He is always just sitting under that highchair begging for more.
He reminds me of myself that way. I know how exhausting Princess A can be but every morning I am so excited to see her even though I know she will spend most of the day biting me and breaking things.