Won't get fooled again

Today for the first time we tried to "introduce" Finn to the good old bottle and powdered milk, as Mrs Raheny is showing worrying signs of total exhaustion.

He did not take to it like a duck to water.

He took to it like a self-employed jeweller to a tax audit...

I wish I had been able to capture the initial look of mixed distress and incomprehension in his incredulous little eyes, followed closely by the realisation that all may not be for the best in the best of possible worlds. At the age of 4.5 months, Finnzy-Bob has discovered deceit and disillusion.

I must say in his defence that he usually is the most placid, smiley, happy-with-his-lot little baby we have had the pleasure to nurture (that's only a 33.33% success rate...)

He was not to be fooled by a fake plastic boob and watered down feed.

In fairness, I wouldn't be either. That's my boy! Always demand the real McCoy.