That of Which We Do Not Speak

Last night was a rough one. Ellis was whiny from his 3am feeding until we finally figured out what was wrong and gave him gas drops at 6:30. I kept wracking my brain trying to figure out what I had eaten that was different, and then it hit me.

I haven't mentioned it here because if I say it that makes it real. But internet, my child does not like chocolate.

It was the two bites of chocolate cake Kent bought just to torture me that made my little guy so miserable. I don't know how our genes could have morphed and turned against us like that. He'll be hearing about this until he's 30 I swear.


At least he's talented.