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I am not pro processed foods. I'm not even pro snacking. But I let all of these personal convictions slide when it comes to puffs. In the same way ice cream can heal a breakup and mac and cheese can uplift a bad day,
puffs are the cure for what ails an eleven-month-old. Meltdown in a restaurant? There's a puff for that. Mad because Mama wouldn't let you stick your hand in the outlet? There's a puff for that. Completely losing it at church because you didn't take a nap beforehand and you're tired and hungry and just want to go home and play with the outlet? There's a puff for that.
This is not great parenting, I'll admit. At least they're organic.
Note From Scott: Just call me "Puff Daddy."
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