I'm Really Not Supposed to Give My Baby Chocolate, Right?

Last week sometime Parker and I were home alone together. This was one of the days when I wasn't feeling very well. Parker is, as I've said before, tall enough to reach a lot of things now, and he's become an excellent climber.

There was a plastic wrapped piece of chocolate cake on the table behind our sofa. It had been there for several days already, so when I left the room I remembered to take my yogurt with me, but never gave the chocolate cake even the first thought. This is what I emerged from the bathroom to discover: