Son #2 knows how to ask for his bottle. He will usually ask for "Ba", "Ba Ba Ba", "Babtle", or "My Ba" when he is hungry.
The other day, Son #2 toddled into the kitchen and pulled on my pant leg. I looked down and asked. "What is the matter, baby?"
My little baby peered up at me and said. "Ba, ba, ba."
I replied. "Oh, you want your bottle. Let me get you your bottle."
I went to the refrigerator, grabbed the soy milk, and returned to the counter to fill his bottle. When I had finished, I picked up my little one and handed him the bottle. Son #2 took one look at the bottle, pushed it away, and rubbed his face in disgust.
I asked my son in confusion. "Don't you want your bottle?"
Son #2 shook his head from side to side and then said. "My ba."
Again, I handed him his bottle but this time Son #2 began to cry. He whimpered in frustration. "Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba!" I had no idea what to do next.
In desperation, I went to the refrigerator and started handing him whatever I could grab. Son #2 would push the item away and cry even louder. Finally, I grabbed a tortilla, rolled it, and placed it in his tiny hand. Son #2 smiled and cooed. Then, he exclaimed. "My ba!"
I gave him a funny look and countered. "That's a TORTILLA...not your bottle."