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Let this be marked as the day I realized I was going mom-crazy.

Quincey kept trying to eat the toilet paper from the hall cupboard.  She would unwrap each one like a birthday present, rip a piece off, look at it in admiration, throw it in her mouth before I could swat her hand away, and smack her lips in pure pleasure.  After a few minutes my common sense was overtaken with wonder...  I ripped off some myself.  My daughter made me question years and years of KNOWING that toilet paper didn't taste good.  I put it in my mouth... and immediately spit it out.  Still gross.  She's crazy.  I'm crazy--recently...by that adorable sorceress.  I'm hoping it's reversible.