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I HATED MILK WITH MY ENTIRE BEING AT THIS POINT.
"Mik. No," I said, with all the seriousness a 16-month-old could muster.
"Hope, sweetheart," my Mom said in a coaxing tone, "Babies are supposed to drink milk. It is good for you, honey. Come on, just a few more sips."
She stopped trying to see me as a regular dumb child by now. She was sure I understood what everyone's talking, actually, everyone in the inner circle knows that by now.
I just turned my head to the other side. "This is it," I thought. This is my rebel phase. I am tired of drinking that stupid formula for months now. I want something new for my taste buds. I mean, I would really like some bacon and coffee, but since they will never give me that, I will blackmail them for something tasty for once.
"Hope," My Mom tried using the 'mom-tone,' but I ain't backing out anytime now.
"No, mama. Mik. No," I said, hiding my mouth with my tiny hands.
"What's happening here?" Dad said, coming up from behind.
"Dada, up," I said as soon as I saw him. "Dada up. Mama, no."
"What has your Mother done now, my littlest wolf?" He said, picking me up in his arms in a blink.
"Mummy is asking her to drink healthy. But of course, that makes me a villain," my Mom said, exhaling a sigh as she got up to her feet.
"Mik. No, Dada," I said, pouting with a sad face.
"Then what will keep your tummy full, young lady," my mum said, as she poked my stomach a little with her index finger.
"Did you try feeding any fruits?" Dad inquired.
"Yup. She spits them back out as soon as I feed them," my Mom said, rolling her eyes at the question.
"Yucky," I said, making a face at that. I despise everything related to fruits and sweets. It's a miracle, I even drank that milk all these months.
"See," she said to my dad, giving me a pointed look.
"Fine. What other things do people feed a toddler?" My dad asked plainly.
"I tried everything I read on Google. Fruits, Flavoured yogurts, rice," my Mom went on, " I even asked Jackson's grandmother Mary about it. But apparently, your daughter doesn't like to eat anything that is considered healthy for a baby."
