Further proof my daughter may indeed be an alien: Afternoon snack today was an embarassment of culinary riches... avocados, a bite of leftover chocolate birthday cake (baked from scratch by Joe), and a tiny preview of dinner - glazed ham. What was on the snack menu that inspired a temper tantrum when gone? Chocolate cake, right? No. Didn't even finish the cake. All she wanted was more ham. More, more, more. At some point I was tempted to say - "No more ham until you finish your cake."
Who is this child?
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