There is nothing, and I mean NOTHING, in my entire life that prepared me for dried mango. This, my friends, is ambrosia. Pure and simple. I put as much of the mango in my mouth as possible just in case someone wanted to take it away from me. It gets pretty slippery, but I improvised. When it slipped out of my fingers onto my bib, I just crammed the whole thing - bib and all- right back into my mouth. And when Mommy took it away so she could feed me dinner, I let her know that I was less than pleased with that decision.
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