Thursday, June 4, 2009

Food food glorious food

As you all know, I have a private speech therapist who is teaching me the art of talking. Dunno why, cos I'm quite happy with my private collection of ten words - each one can serve any purpose and be easily adapted to any situation. What more does a girl need?

Speech acquisition at my (individual) age starts with learning autonomous feeding. Sitting in a chair at the table, using a spoon, levering food into my mouth, chewing , that kind of thing. I am SO not there yet, and that suits me fine, cos this autonomous eating baloney is really quite tiresome. Old systems worked so well (ie: Mama, my butler, did all the work).

To help me along, Mama has pretty much left me to my own devices. She now plonks my meal down with a spoon, and says "Bon appetit Abigail". I'm not enamoured with this turn of events.

So I have discovered an alternative solution.

Take a look at this and tell me I'm not on the ball!

View this montage created at One True Media
Abigail's feeding assistant