Really. The worst.
I give my 5 month old baby chocolate. Melted, on the end of my finger, when I'm baking brownies. Sometimes- sometimes- I give him some whipped cream to. And, dear god- he LOVES it.
He is obviously going to develop life threatening allergies, grow up to be morbidly obese, and have apalling eating habits.
Oh, woe is me.
My Life- from military brat to juvenile delinquent to teenage mother to wife to immigrant to now. It's been a wild ride, come along as I remember the past and chronicle the future.
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