You may think this is chocolate. Or mud. Or poop. (Yes, I went there.) But, it's not. It's prunes. Never mind that sleepiest-baby-in-the-world look on his face, he loved them. He scarfed down a whole container in a matter of minutes. I'm just glad he's going to daycare tomorrow. I don't think I'm ready for prune aftermath.
He's practicing for when he comes to grandma's and that's the only thing in the fridge.
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