food criticism, part 2
ok, so, technically, this doesn't involve "food." but when your central incisors are violently thrusting themselves through your tender, fleshy gums, you'll pretty much do anything to salve the pain. i believe i have a unique way of coping: i eat my toys!
ah yes, the stacking cups. these are just begging to be eaten. the cup fits perfectly over my hand; my hand fits perfectly in my mouth; ergo, by the transitive property, the cup fits perfectly in my mouth. mm, plastic goodness.
to the left is my aquarium, which holds three plastic balls. they're easy to hold, but not that easy to bite, or even gnaw on. strangely, the ball fits in the stacking cup, and the cup fits in my mouth, but the ball does NOT fit in my mouth. wait, did i just disprove the transitive property?
finally, there's my wooden duck thing with the wheels. you can't tell me that handle wasn't made for biting. the smooth, splinterless surface. the soft wood. slather some applesauce or strained sweet potatoes on that thing, and you've got the perfect toy.
ah yes, the stacking cups. these are just begging to be eaten. the cup fits perfectly over my hand; my hand fits perfectly in my mouth; ergo, by the transitive property, the cup fits perfectly in my mouth. mm, plastic goodness.
to the left is my aquarium, which holds three plastic balls. they're easy to hold, but not that easy to bite, or even gnaw on. strangely, the ball fits in the stacking cup, and the cup fits in my mouth, but the ball does NOT fit in my mouth. wait, did i just disprove the transitive property?
finally, there's my wooden duck thing with the wheels. you can't tell me that handle wasn't made for biting. the smooth, splinterless surface. the soft wood. slather some applesauce or strained sweet potatoes on that thing, and you've got the perfect toy.
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