Ever since I was a little monkey myself, I’ve had a pathological hatred of yoghurt. Even typing the word makes me feel a bit queasy. A whiff of the wretched stuff from across the other side of the room will turn my stomach. I don’t even like watching other people eat it. I was hoping that the Little Monkey would be just as averse to rotten milk as I am, so that I didn’t have to deal with it. See below for how that turned out. Mrs. Monkeyshines suggested that I focus on the health benefits in order to reconcile myself to fact that my child’s a yoghurt-lover; ’tis a small consolation, but a consolation nonetheless…
it's just too disturbing.
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