...so then I suddenly found myself standing in the bakery, trying very hard to convince myself that I did not need any tiny cupcakes (success!) or a loaf of French bread that I could probably consume all by myself in a matter of hours (partial success-bought the bread, didn't eat it all). And I just happened to glance over at a freezer case, and the word Ticklebelly caught my eye at the same moment my 15 month old daughter decided my purse belonged on the floor. While picking it up, I moved closer to the freezer to see what the heck the Ticklebelly business was all about.
Cake babies.
Ticklebelly cake babies.
And the the weirdest thing happened...
I looked over at my daughter, who happens to be incredibly round and squishy and wonderfully smiley and who giggles in the most absurdly adorable way when I tickle her tummy, and it dawned on me what a real Ticklebelly cake baby would look like.
And I had this horribly, sickeningly sweet maternal instinct to pick up my little cake baby and squeeze her and kiss her chubby little face.
Then the moment passed, I returned to my normal self, and we skidaddled out of the bakery.
The whole thing was totally creepy.