Braxton had his first taste of chocolate while we were at the lake, and no one was more excited about that than Pops. This was one of his very first requests when we told our families that we were going to have a baby, and he waited patiently for me to finally give him permission. Papa Don (his dad) did this for all three of his kiddos when they were growing up, and he was excited to keep this tradition alive. He went into work for a few hours on Monday morning, and he proudly revealed what he had picked up at the gas station when he was on his way back to Cross Hill: a big tootsie roll. After B ate his sweet potatoes for dinner, Pops wasted no time scooping up the babe, ripping into the wrapper, and sticking it right in front of B's face. Likewise, Braxton wasted no time before he was gnawing on it + flattening it with his professional teething skills. It was all fun and games until Pops said he'd had enough, and that was the exact moment that our little guy went from blissfully content to chocolate-faced angry. I'm just glad I'm not the only one who cries over not getting enough chocolate!