Same story, different day. Roscoe slept a couple of hours and then spent the rest of the night inconsolably crying. When we "woke up" Ray went to the gym and I mumble-grunted "need coffee."
And then the miracle happened.
Roscoe spotted the Starbucks cup from across the room.
And CRAWLED.
I suppose the ugly vortex of consumerism has started already and his brand loyalty has been set. Too bad Starbucks doesn't make baby food. Maybe then I could get him to eat some instead of swatting it away and flinging it around.
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