I like to eat.

I nibble on my feet.

I pray before I eat.

I don’t know how to feed myself yet,

So I depend on my auntie’s hand.

I open my mouth wide

And welcome my tasty food.

Blended, pureed, squashed,

Smashed and crushed.

The way I like it.

The way I want it.

I don’t usually look like this,

I know.

There’s something on my face.

I know food goes to my mouth,

Not on my cheeks or forehead or ears.

What’s the use of a bib

If I eat like this?

At the end of my meal time,

Burp says this tummy of mine.

Aah…

What a treat!