Custard

Today we ate fried egg. Mama says it's calamari, but I think it looks like egg. Very tasty.
The custard I eat myself. It's hard to get the spoon in my mouth, but it's getting better. Mommy wants to help, but I do not want that.

I can already clearly stated that I have pooped (I say poop and wise on my diaper) and that I want to play with mommy (I'll get mom's hand and take her), but more than two words I have not yet succeed in.