The soup cup

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This was, finally, my first day home-alone with Marta. With R back to her job, it was up to me to feed, clean, entertain and get the little smiley thing to sleep.

I wasn't nervous or anything as the only parental taks I was still unsure of was getting her to eat the soup (Marta's behaviour is still unpredictable during that process). Fortunately, or probably due to this father's natural parenting talents, she ate the soup with minimum collateral damage to her surroundings and the rest of the day ran smoothly.

PS: the rumours about a diaper-changing-poop-envolving-cleaning-tissues-ending-panic-inducing episode are, of course, completely false