I impulse-bought a pack of chocolate skittles last night. Without Baby C having any knowledge of said skittles, I've been sampling them throughout the day.
Verdict: kinda good, kinda dumb
They want to be M&M's so badly, but they land somewhere in Tootsie Midge Land.
(I have a stamp on my passport from my visit there)
I'm sure if I read the fine print on my orthodontic agreement, chocolate skittles render our contract null and void.
Dr. Keller must never know!
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