I am officially the worst mom ever. I was cleaning up the kitchen and there were two bites of pound cake on a plate. I asked Chels to just eat them, why stick them in a bag, it’s just two bites, come on. She obediently starts chewing a little bite and then runs to the garbage can to spit it out. We have a yucky tummy sickness in the house right now, so I was very concerned, “Are you ok? Are you sick, too?” “No,” she replied, “I just don’t like pound cake.”
Sigh…then why on earth did you eat it?