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Picky eater was the understatement of the year. It wasnât all the time that Harley decided that she didnât want anything that was offered to her but he supposed that today was a new dayâ probably the start of a long line of random days where she wanted nothing. Seth nearly rolls his eye at the idea that someone else could probably get her to eat something that Seth had already tried. It probably wasnât inaccurate but it was fucking annoying. âApparently she decided now that sheâs less than a month from beinâ one itâs time to be a pain in dadâs ass,â he remarks, looking at his daughter. Sheâd already grown so much over the past few months of being in her life and that in and of itself was wild. Now, her personality was starting to shine through even more and that was funâ but also annoying. âI didnât have any to try it,â he says, mostly to himself. âThat ainât in this aisle so no, not yet. We were tryinâ damn near everythinâ down here. Your kid do this shit?â he wonders.
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âAlmost one? Wow!â Charlotte exaggerated her facial expressions, turned towards Harley with a small welcoming wave before she looked back at Seth and spoke normally, laughing lightly under her words âProbably not her exact reason. But thatâs okay. We all have picky days. My kid too.â Seth seemed extremely peeved, and Lottie didnât want to make his mood worse, just try and help and then be on her way. âI think there are some on the other side of this row.â She motioned before opening her purse and digging around âI might have some you can try â just so you donât have to keep opening and paying for things she wonât want.â She smiled weakly, a few moments later holding out the crinkled snack bag with a small handful of puff cereal left in it. âMy daughter didnât finish them the other day.â













