
That's right, folks...I could not bear the thought of those over-processed, preservative-laden, bright orange squares of death...entering the bodies of my sweet little boys. When Collin spotted the box in the kitchen and I told him I was returning it, there was no screaming. No yelling. No gnashing of teeth. Just, "HA. That's funny mom." So there you have it. You can rest easy, and go about your day. Happy Thursday!
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