Pop Tart

I just looked over and saw Alice on the floor, gnawing on a discarded Pop Tart that Helen had elected not to eat this morning.

Jerry’s narration: “I wish I had teeth!”

Since she hasn’t quite figured out the concept of mashing up food before swallowing it, I took away the Pop Tart before she managed to break any off of it. She’s so used to having me wrench things out of her fat little ham fists she didn’t even complain.

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