illegal substitution

so lasterday night mom went out for a little visit with gramma. which would be all okay excepting i waked up in the middle. no problem, right? so i just waited until dad nurses me back down and....hold up a minute! dad doesn't nurse!
code red!
oh, wait, he's bringing me one of those plastic-y things to suck on instead. hmm. what's this? water? anyway, this whole dad trying to feed me is just wrong.
on so many levels. really, it was all cool. i decide-able i'd just stay up until mom's available since that's okay, too. really, the nerve.
bottles.
what will they think of next.