After a park playdate with Paige and Elliot last Sunday, Paige offered Taylor-tot a treater. A Gerber biter biscuit. Which is about the closest thing to a cookie that my baby girl has ever had. And she L-O-V-E-D it. Not a huge shock. And, to prevent grossness all over the new carseat, I had to shake the mushy, slimy mass of goo out of her hand. And then began World War III. Thanks, Paige.
And because I’m a masochist, and because I wanted Chris to experience the fury of a taken cookie, I bought some for home. But, much to my surprise, after yesterday’s tasty treat, there was no tantrum. Just a lot of cookie residue. Which made Ruby very, very happy.
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