Sticky Fingers

I gave The Baby her first chocolate biscuit.  She won’t be having another.

Not only did she successfully wipe a soggy-ended bourbon all across two sofas, the coffee table, a clean vest, a clean cardigan, and a clean t-shirt that were piled up waiting to be taken upstairs, but she is also teething.  Which means she’s dribbling.  A lot.  So in addition to adding foot-high brown stripes to everything in the living room, she added sticky, wet, chocolatey slobber to all the furniture, the carpet, her night-clothes (did I mention it was breakfast time?) and my night clothes.  The picture on the left is not the product of this biscuit-eating incident; the end result of this particular story looked about twenty times worse than this picture.  I was not pleased.  No more bourbons for Baby.

Although I was secretly very impressed that she shoved half of it sideways into her mouth and persevered through the dribbling and difficulty in chewing that having an over-full mouth presents, until it was all gone, not one crumb dropping to the floor.  Not being able to eat chocolate fast enough and not wasting even a crumb?  That’s my girl.

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