Organic Teething Biscuits Taste Like Dog Food

Just Ask Lil’ G, who tosses them with aplomb as if playing fetch with some imaginary canine. Or ask Lil’ G’s Dada…who, after observing this behavior a few times decided to investigate…and upon tasting said biscuit declared, “Ugh! These things taste like dog treats!” How he knows what dog treats taste like is something I prefer not to ask, so I’ll take his word for it. Figuring I did buy a whole box of these premium organic teething biscuits and Lil’ G is, well, teething…I thought I’d try one last time.

She wasn't at all sure about it, but she's game enough at first...
She wasn't at all sure about it, but she's game enough at first...
Then she begins to remember, "Oh yes...these wretched things."
Then she begins to remember, "Oh yes...these wretched things."
Being a good sport, she pauses to consider the taste, the texture, the "numminess" if you will.
Being a good sport, she pauses to consider the taste, the texture, or "numminess" if you will.
She carefully considers the specimen, noting it's appearance.
She carefully examines the specimen, noting it's appearance.
At this point, she decided to offer it to me instead.
At this point, she decides to offer it to me instead.
Attempting to convince me of it's allure, she shows me how tasty it is.
Attempting to convince me of it's allure, she shows me how tasty the biscuit is.
"Mama, really! It's so tasty and delicious."
"Mama, really! It's so yummy and delicious."
"Now c'mon Mama, you know you want a bite."
"Now c'mon Mama, you know you want a bite."
I am not fooled, however...and she sees this plan has failed.
I am not fooled, however...and she is irked by the realization that her plan has failed.
So she launches PLAN B: brute force.
So she launches PLAN B: brute force.
Foiled in this attempt by her high chair restraints, she considers her options...while maintaining a convincing air of innocence.
Foiled in this attempt by her high chair restraints, she considers her options...while maintaining a convincing air of innocence.
Casually, she launches her fall-back plan.
Casually, she initiates her fall-back plan.
Her plan in full swing, she artfully employs a visual distraction, pretending to focus on something else.
Her plan in full swing, she artfully employs a visual distraction, pretending to focus on something else.
Mission accomplished.
Mission accomplished.
"What did you expect, Mom? Those things taste like dog food."
"What did you expect, Mom? Those things taste like dog food."

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