I've seen it a thousand times: first you're saying "Baby Mum Mum" in the privacy of your own home, next you're ordering the Rooty-Tooty-Fresh-And-Fruity breakfast at IHOP.
Save yourself before it's too late.
I know it's been a month and a half since you posted this, but this morning I went in to get Milo up and his bed had a Mum-Mum wrapper and several chunks of cracker scattered around.
Apparently at some point he stood up in his crib, stuck his arm through the bars across a six-inch gap to the change table where Mom had left an opened package, and hauled the thing back to his den, where he proceeded to maul it -- smugly, no doubt. I'm so proud.
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