So I'm eating my oatmeal with sliced banana this morning and I realize this isn't gonna last. Because I have taken my gooshy-food phase out of sequence. Which means by the time I'm eighty I will definitely be breakfasting on steak and corn on the cob. I have pondered the practical details of this dealie, and here's how I figure I'm gonna solve the molars-worn-to-a-nub problem.
What funky fun are you planning for your old age?