So this morning as an after-changing-a-youcko-smello-poopy-diaper reward, I had a piece of my favorite Easter candy: a Russell Stover’s chocolate coconut nest. A little piece of the the chocolate fell on my shirt and I picked it off to eat it because one should never waste chocolate … except that it wasn’t chocolate. It was something else.
I felt like this:
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