the boy down the block

year 1

i looked up at smiling mother, not a care in the world.

except.

i'm hungry!

"feed me!" my youthful wines seem to say as i kick and cry.

"alright, alright, i'm coming." mother says, walking towards the microwave to pull out the bottle she had been heating up.

"here ya go ya little nugget" mother says as she pops the warm bottle into my mouth.

"better now?" she asks as i happily suck away at my afternoon snack.