There's a famous piece of family folklore that involves my grandmother feeding my father rice cereal at something like 6 days old. Apparently if you stuff them full enough, they sleep through the night?
Last night I had a dream that my dad was forcing rice cereal down my baby's throat. And he wasn't even using a baby spoon which almost made me more mad than the fact that she's 2 1/2 weeks old and can't even digest solids. As I was getting on my dad's case about it, my grandma enters, ignores me, and starts praising my dad on what a good grandfather he is.
I woke up angry to a hungry baby and I did not feed her rice cereal.
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