What is this you ask?
Well friends, this right here is what happens to granola bars when they sit under a cabinet for months and collect dog hair.
Or, as my toddler likes to think of it, this is lunch…
Incidentally, I have learned not to trust it when she says "Mmmmmmmm, nummy".
Is it bad that after I interrupted her "snack" by taking it away from her, and she pitched the mother of all temper tantrums, I momentarily weighed the merits of giving it back to her?
Yeah, it probably is…
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