So the last battle of wills was sleeping through the night. I lost that battle. Mom and Dad 1, me a big fat zero. Ha...well, we are on to battle 2 my blogger friends. This week, we are working on milk from a cup. What is this about? From as far back as I remember, I've been drinking my milk out of a bottle. It's my comfort...my "thing". Now, all of a sudden the bottles are gone. I can't find them anywhere. Mom just gives me a cup with a straw. What?? That's what I drink my water out of! What is she thinking??? I'm determined to win this battle. Place your bets people...
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Oh my I have never seen Anthony with anything but a smile. What a sad ,sad face. Don't worry Anthony , when you are 21 you get to drink out of a bottle again!
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