Well, I had the best of intentions. I was going to keep Alice off the Major Sugar for as long as possible. I'm a reasonable person, however, and how is a reasonable person supposed to face the siren song of the Baskin Robbins ice cream cake? Especially when it is her baby girl's first birthday? Chip came home with it last night.
Is bound to equal this:
What else is a mother to do except join in the fun? (I take solace in the fact that Alice's first taste of SWEET was none other than CREAM - in the form of a dab of whipped cream from Chip's piece of cake. Cream, as befitting a creamy girl of CREAM: THE NEXT GENERATION.)