If Wren could talk in clear adult language, she would say on a daily basis…
“bib? schmib!”
“spoon? schmoon!”
“bottle? schmottle!”
“yogurt? schmogurt!”
“sleep? schmleep!”
She often gives me a look, which I take to mean “who are you trying to kid, crazy Mamma?”
Yes, it’s just another one of those days…
Hmmmm, sounds like a little girl I used to know, oh, about 32 years ago or so …….