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02/09/12(Thu)03:05 No.34114850>>34114668
>it's almost six o'clock
>it's dinner time, and fluffy pony knows it
>she's tapping your leg with a hoof, babbling about food
>you scoop her up under your arm and take her over to her high chair
>you sit her down and strap her in
>you tie her special bib around her neck
>she sways back and forth a little in anticipation
>you bring out two bowls, one for you, and a one for fluffy pony
>her bowl is decorated with clouds and other random shapes
>you walk over to the pot on the stove
>you've been making a big pot of spaghetti
>next to it are several dozen baked meatballs, and an extra large bottle of spaghetti sauce
>you bring all these items over to the table
>fluffy pony gives a squeal of delight. Spaghetti is her favorite food.
>you give her a big scoop of spaghetti, three meatballs, and cover it in sauce
>she dives in as you give yourself some
>she cant use utensils, so she just shoves her face in the bowl and starts to eat
>her head pops up, smeared with sauce and flecks of spaghetti
>the dark red sauce is dribbling down her face onto her bib
>she says you're the best and dives back in with greater vigor
>a meatball squeezes out and falls to the ground. Thank god for the butcher paper you set down ahead of time
>fluffy pony's whole front is covered in spaghetti sauce
>she asks for more sauce
>you of course oblige her
>she burps and dives back in, swallowing a meatball whole
>she goes through three bowls of spaghetti before you finish your first
>her tummy is getting bigger
>she burps again and gives a contented sigh
>half a meatball remains on her highchair, outside the bowl
>she leans forward to eat it, but she cant reach it
>she tries scooting towards it, but that giggles it farther away
>she gives a bigger lunge, straining against the highchair's straps
>before your eyes the highchair tips and starts to fall |
