First bottle. Probably the last bottle.

After two months of begging and pleading to “help feed Charlie,” I finally allowed my three year old daughter, Clara, to give him a bottle.

 

The first photograph was taken three seconds into the feeding.

The second photograph was taken eight seconds into the feeding. Though she is still technically holding the bottle, she has now turned her head in the direction of the cat.

At the eleven second mark, she shouted, “He’s done!” and dropped the bottle and scooted off.

It took her just eleven seconds to learn the truth behind feeding a baby:

It’s boring as hell.