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What do you get a well meaning, over indulgent grandmother and an over-eager, taste craving baby? Well in short, you get a moment of entertainment followed by an evening of intestinal distress.



The family came by on Sunday for dessert and to watch America's Funniest Home Videos. Desperate to come up with a dessert that I didn't have to run to the store for, we made cookies and had our own "Spiderman Juice." Now as unappetizing as this looks, this concoction of frozen fruit, OJ and spinach, is really quite delectible as far as smoothies go. That is for people over the age of 2.



Mom made the mistake putting a small amount on Kelty's binky. He went nuts for it. She let him sip from the cup and he would fuss anytime she took it. Before too long, I look over and mom has let him finish her entire tumblerful of Spiderman juice. Moments after the glass was empty, she turns to me and with a look of panic on her face exclaims, "Oh my, that probably wasn't the best thing for him was it." Oh mom. Dear, sweet, well intending mom.



Poor Kelty. For a kid that is already suffering from tummy troubles, the night was a long one. Al