Butterball: (in high chair and arms reaching out) Daddy daddy, carry me!
Dad: No Butterball, you need to finish your apple purée. Look, yummy!
Butterball: No daddy. (Scrunches nose and sniffs in frustration) Carry me, puh-lease!!!
Daddy reaches out for sparkling plastic toy locket: Look, Butterball.
Butterball: Ooooooh, shiny! (Grabs locket and keeps on eating)
(2 July 2014)