No more Cheetos

You have to be careful and not be like, "Lyla, I'm holding Ava. Go play with something." How do people with two kids do it? Does the firstborn suddenly get to watch a lot of TV?

At Auntie Jen's house today, Lyla tasted her first Cheetos. She used to be so pure, so unaware of the problems in the world. That was before the Cheetos. Now she is jaded and cynical.

Fast-forward a week:

"Lyla, do you want some cheese?"

"Teeto."

"No, Lyla, some actual cheese. Real cheese."

"Teeto! TEETO!"

"Lyla, who's your favorite member of the Jackson 5?"

Now that I think about it, I don't think we ever said the word Cheetos to Lyla while she was eating the Cheetos. This is quite fortunate, for now she won't be able to demand them.

But it's a slippery slope. Now that she's eaten Cheetos, what's to stop us from eating our dinners at McDonald's? Julie's idea is that whenever we're talking to Lyla and the subject of McDonald's comes up, we should call it Poison-onald's. I think it might ultimately get her sued.

Remember how we don't want Lyla to know who Ronald McDonald is before she can recognize, like, Jesus and whatnot? I think it's equally important to keep Chester Cheetah off her radar as long as possible.