Animal Crackers

I bought Miss M a personal sized box of animal crackers when we were at the store recently. I probably bought them more because I always wanted them as a kid and who wouldn't want their own personal box of animal crackers in a cute carrying case. I gave them to Miss M after dinner tonight. She sat down on the floor and started munching away. I didn't pay much attention to her as we were watching Pat & Vanna (I have to see if I am the winning wheel watcher - keep an eye out for my name - nope - that's not a joke - if you see my name call me immediately!). I look over at her during a commercial break (of course) and realize that she is eating a bite or two of a cracker and then putting it on the floor and getting a new one. What the heck?!? I think she was asking for me to eat them. So I did. I think that's the danger of having a child. I buy the stuff I secretly want but wouldn't buy without a child and now I find that I eat a significant amount of whatever it is Miss M is eating. Bad news. Bad.

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