I guess eating a bunch of crayons may not prove nutritionally substantial, yet I guess it's better than rotting out her baby teeth. See, my daughter, Tonia, prefers the ever clay-like-tasting-crayon to the conventional lollipop. During this trying time, I guess I should relish her tendency toward unconventionality. Shit, she gets it from me, after all. I actually admire how headstrong she's turning out to be. In fact, I hope she goes on to challenge all forms of convention, as the ever growing evolution of society retains the constant, irrational view on how everyone should conduct themselves. Soldier on, my beautiful seed!
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