The other day, I was feeding Owen some dinner, which consisted of pureed crap/beef stroganoff and some home made frozen corn (cooked- people please). Owen decided he didn't want the corn anymore and spit it out. It got stuck to his face. So I picked it off. And yes, you guessed it.
I ate it.
I can't say any more.
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