There is little that brings joy to the significantly pregnant. Except maybe food. This story is no different.
There once was a little gluten free girl (you know, kinda like the one with the little curl right in the middle of her forehead). One day, she could only be pleased with a never-ending supply of Lara bars (and those damn things are expensive). In a fit of rage (from who, I won't say), she and her swollen mama grabbed the first two gluten free things they could find: corn chex and peanut butter.
This automatically brought great rejuvenation to the mama and golden silence to the kid.
I highly recommend it.
The end.
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