Joseph thinks it’s funny that I call squash, squish when I refer to it as the food the girls are going to eat. What he doesn’t know is that that’s what I called it when he was a baby, too! 🙂
For some odd reason, squash and squish are interchangeable in my vocabulary and so I use it when saying “ok girls, time for some squish.” Joseph likes to correct me.
And, it looks like the 3rd try was the charm as it took two days for the girls to finish a 2.5oz container of squish — that’s between then. Tonight, however, they shared 2.5oz all at once! Plus, followed up with Oatmeal. Mmmmmm… 🙂