Love, Ella


Do you see me eating peach slices from my sassy feeder that I love?

Well, now that I've been in my bumbo for approximately two seconds, I'm going to try and get out.

I want out right now!

Hmmm... that didn't seem to work.

I will try again.

Get me out!

You may think that multiple failed attempts at getting myself out of this thing would make me stop trying. 
But you would be wrong.

It ain't over 'till the fat baby sings.

(You may think that that last line doesn't make that much sense, and yeah, you are probably right, but it's what came to mind when I saw that picture and I couldn't resist.)

Love, Ella

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