Is That You, Hannibal?
We love babies and all their squish. They’re irresistibly cute with soft, wobbly chipmunk cheeks and more rolls than the Michelin Man. All that extra blubber acts as an energy reserve to protect their brains and give them the energy necessary for all their baby activities like snacking on their toes and waving at strangers.
We’ve never questioned where the weight came from until Jenny’s eight-year-old mentioned how they’d been dining in-utero, and now we’re worried this child could be the real-life incarnation of Hannibal Lecter. Either that, or they’ve seen way too many scary movies where the villains were feasting on gruesome gourmet meals.