This afternoon, your grandmother and I took you to REI, just in case not owning a nineteenth pair of shoes was what was keeping you from walking like a pro.
All day long, Peg Peg has been singing this jingle to you:
Mmm mmm, good!
Mmm mmm, good!
That's why Campbell's soups are mmm mmm good!
If you grow up and inexplicably find yourself going through an Andy Warhol phase in which you eat a can of Campbell's soup every day for lunch, and you get hypertension from all the salt in your diet, you'll know who to call and discuss it with. Because after the 60th recitation of that song, I could have gone for some Chicken Noodle myself.
Peg Peg has also been caught singing "Mama's Little Baby Loves Shortenin' Bread," but in your case, you don't just love shortenin' bread, you love ALL bread. We've been joking that you're on the North Beach Diet.
Here's an example of your obsessive carbo love: Tonight, we went out to dinner, and after a fruit plate and an assortment of goodies from everyone's plates, you topped off your meal with a big slice of sourdough. Like a magician who's been working Vegas for 20 years, you're able to palm an entire slice of bread so that it disappears as we're leaving the restaurant, only to show up in your mouth half an hour later as we're shopping at Lowe's:
We discovered another important thing tonight - you LOVE to push the buggy.
So far, you have an A+ in Retail 101 with Professor Peg.
Love,
Mom
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