No. 118 (essentialsaltes) wrote,
No. 118

At TJ's

Little munchkin, pointing at box in refrigerated display: EEEEWWWWWWWWWEWEWEWWWWW!!!!!1!1!! IT'S BIRD POOP!!!11!11!!ONEONEONE!!

Little munchkin's mom: No dear, it's spinach and artichoke dip.
Tags: food

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