Last night, mommy, daddy, Grammy and Papa took me to eat at Pete's steakhouse. They tried to place me in a high chair, but I did not like it at all! So Papa gave me a cracker - he calls it a waverly wafer - to try to settle me down. Well IT WORKED! Yum-O! That salty, buttery, crisp cracker is just the best thing I have ever tasted. It fit into my hand nicely - especially since mommy tells me that my pincer grasp has now developed. I was even able to try out my two new bottom teeth. Everyone was able to eat in peace! Papa fed me about five crackers - but don't get too upset - at least four of those crackers ended up on the floor. So, what's next on the menu? How about some of that steak I saw on their plates?!
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