I have a serious sweet tooth. Actually, I like sweets so much that I would say I have sweet teeth. I think I have 4. Sweet teeth that is. Not 4 teeth. I have a lot more than 4 teeth in case you were getting the wrong idea. However, if I continue to eat so many sweets, my teeth may start to fall out and I may someday have only 4 teeth. But let’s not think about that.
I have no idea where I got my sweet tooth. It might have to do with the fact that there are a lot of excellent, and I mean top-notch, bakers in my family. As you can see, I served as designated bowl-licker as a toddler. I’ve excelled in this role over the years.
I was often quite involved in the baking process so it was only natural that I wanted to enjoy the fruits of my labor.
I was very adventurous in trying new sweets, like Papa’s ice cream Popsicle.
My grandparents made the mistake of building cabinets accessible to toddlers. If you couldn’t find me, I was likely in the cabinet, foraging for cookies.
I sure love me some sweets. I also, however, really like savory food. I guess what it boils down to is that I just don’t like bland food. Can you blame me?
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