As I sit here I feel the sun on my face and its warmth feels nice on my skin. I can smell something wonderful, but I don't know what it is. I sit up a little taller and try to move closer, but I find I'm stuck in my seat. I lean towards it and I don't know what to do with it yet, but it smells so good, I think I'll see how it feels on my tongue and see if it tastes like it smells. Oh, good, it is moving closer! I let out an excited cry and I open my mouth, willing it to my lips.
I close my lips triumphantly around it, and my brow furrows as I concentrate. It's a little sweet, so I twirl it around on my tongue. The texture isn't too bad, but it doesn't taste as sweet any more. I work my jaw while I wiggle my tongue. I decide I don't like it and try to push it out with my tongue, but it's so sticky that it sticks to my tongue.
"Poor Little guy, I don't think he likes apples, how long until you can move to solids?"