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>She places you in your high chair, chuckling a little at your panicked flailing. You were so high up, your underdeveloped mind was cognizant enough to recognize the danger of falling down.
>"It's okay my little man mommy's got you," she whispers to you, placing your feeding bib around your chubby neck.
>Her blue eyes lock you in place, short dark blue hair neatly tied into a ponytail.
>She smiles, her hand palm upward before you, a tiny non-toxic plastic spoon hovers above it.
>"Chuga Chuga Chuga Chuga Choo Choo" She sings out, you gurgle out a wet laugh as she brings the baby food close to your mouth.
>You obediently open up and consume it, your teethless gums ruminating on the sweet mixture
>"You like that don't you?" She places an elbow on the highchair, chin resting on her hand as she lovingly stares at your face as you finished chewing.
>You bob your head up and down, as if you were giving her affirmation to the question even though you didn't understand her words.
>She smiles again, using your bib to wipe away the bits of baby food around the edges of your mouth.
>She reaches down, planting her lips on your fuzzy and soft scalp.
>Smooch
>"I love you my little man" she whispers as she nuzzles your nose with hers
>You gleefully laugh, giggling madly as your mother showered you with affection.