This was taken about a month ago at the birthday party of one of his little school friends. Poor firstborn child of a pediatric dentist. At 17 months of age, he'd only had cake 3 times in his life. He'd only had maybe a dozen cookies (it only took him 24 hours to learn how to say "coo-key, coo-key, coo-key"). Only had one m&m once because Aunt McCall didn't know that pediatric dentists' kids get limited sugar exposure. And has only had water and milk to drink...until this same day, when the birthday boy's mom handed him a juice box, which he polished in short order, followed by the slamming of fists together (sign language for "more") and repeated pleas for "more wah...peesh." How long do you think we can keep him in the dark about the ravages/pleasure of sugar?
Clarice
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Beware: Pandora's (Juice) Box
wow... it's all downhill now from that first juicebox
And Jackson still looks at me, longingly, with his eyes crying "M&M", from time to time.
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