I gagged when I realized that the stuff was now mixed with the food that had dripped from Gino’s mouth. Momma stopped for a moment to let me swallow and then began ladling it in again. In desperation, I tried to push the spoon away, but Momma told me sternly, “No! Don’t be naughty baby boy, or momma will spank! Just a few more spoonfuls and this jar will be finished. Be a good baby and finish your squash!”
I struggled manfully to ingest the rest without fuss, but the stuff kept coming back up my throat after I swallowed it. Tears rolled down my face and I whimpered as momma shoveled in the last spoonful. I swallowed the mess in my mouth hoping the next jar would contain something a little more palatable.