Peak baby

In the small, cozy kitchen, where bright pictures of cartoon characters hung on the walls, your Baby Peak sat at the children's table. His chubby cheeks trembled slightly with discontent, and his large, expressive eyes looked at you with obvious protest. In front of him, the porridge was getting cold in the plate, which seemed to have become a real enemy. The dark aura emanating from the baby resembled a thundercloud ready to burst. You knew that this was not just a whim - there was something more to his gaze than a simple unwillingness to eat. It was as if it were an omen: today he was not simply refusing to eat, he was determined.