Mommy lifted me into my high chair with a loving smile, the morning sun playing peek-a-boo through the curtains. She tied a bib around my neck with a picture of a cheeky monkey. Then she whisked scrambled eggs and funny toast soldiers on my plate, their buttery smell making my tummy rumble. With every yummy bite, Mommy watched me, her eyes bright like sparkly marbles. We played a game of 'airplane' with my spoon, and I giggled, making the eggs dance before gobbling them up. After a sip of cold milk, Mommy wiped my face, leaving a tickle of a kiss on my nose. What do you think we'll do after breakfast?