For some reason, she and I are always hanging out around food. She comes into the office and says, "Jan, what you got?" And I'm supposed to present her with "what I got." (which is usually either pink gum (She says, "I love pink gum!") or some little toy that will be broken or lost quickly). In these photos, we're commiserating over a cupcake. (I was the commiserator while she was the one getting crumbs all over her face (and elsewhere.)
I hope this food thing doesn't inflict another generation. I imagine that any addiction doesn't really inflict without outside assistance (and usually from people who know better).