Okay, so call me a bit of a militant nursing mother. After
all, I nursed all four of my children with varying degrees of
success. And I'm all for nursing mother's rights, and I totally honor the
beauty that is contained within this simple yet basic action. But. A nursing mother rendered in chocolate? Okayyy....
Question:
where do you start eating it? The head? Because a headless
nursing mother is, like, so wrong. The leg? Nah.
The, uh, "milk pillows"? Uh, no. And what about the baby??! I cannot eat a chocolate baby.
No. Way.
However, this would make a lovely shower gift, as well
as a highly unusual but welcome Valentine. After all, it IS
chocolate.