The idea of a cake, full of sugar, for her baby was deeply disturbing to Anti-Sugar Mommy. His only taste of sugar previously had been a wee bit of ice cream.
Quinn was taken outside so Gramma's house would survive the birthday. He was seated on a cloth on the lawn.
He quickly went for the chocolate peanut butter cup "wheels," which just as quickly disappeared from his hands.
|Mmmm... Mom's been holding out on me.|
There was a moment when the sugar hit baby's taste buds for the first time. Notice the curled toes.
Ah, well. Now Quinn knows what sugar is.
|Good thing they haven't made me start using a spoon.|
|Oh, man, is this ever good.|
|Here, sister, try some of this stuff!|
|What? What're you doing with my cake???|
|You can take away my cake and my shirt, but you forgot about my hands.|
Yes, Quinn's mommy was darn near having a heart attack watching her son eating all that sugar, but that didn't stop her from taking pictures. And she got the best shot of all--Quinn's happy face:
|Photo by Quinn's mommy|