The week before my parents arrived I started feeding AB cereal. She did not like it and did not cooperate. One of her meals abruptly ended with her kicking the bowl out of my hand. As you can see from the picture it landed on her before it made it to my pants and then the floor. Although I realize that it was unintentional, in my mind I imagined her thinking "that's what you get for trying to feed me nasty junk."
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