That’s right, Fred’s gone and done it. The hunger cravings have taken control. He finally snapped and.. wait.. the baby hasn’t been born yet.. Fred actually ate the substitute baby.
See, as a joke when I set up the carseat in Carol’s car I went through the trouble of strapping in a bag of flour. I figure, hey, we’ll have that there until the real baby shows up and then maybe we’ll bake some bread. Well, last week Carol decided to take Fredly to her parent’s house. He seemed to be well behaved, until she happened to glance in the back seat do discover that Oh My Gosh Fred Was Eating the Baby!